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write-orflight · 4 years ago

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Galileo: Chapter 5

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader, enemies to friends to lovers trope

Rating: M

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: Light smut, 18+

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N is an astronomer with her head constantly in the stars. But when a serial killer is threatening NASA’s top scientists, she is left in the protective custody of a man who’s gravitational pull threatens to pull her back down to earth.

A.N Unedited because i’m sleepy. There’s a fic I read when I first joined the fandom that inspired some of this chapter. i can’t remember the name but if you do, please tell me so I can credit. Comment on this chapter only or message to be on taglist please.

Chapter 5: Saturn

There was a rare occurrence that happens sometimes in Space where a Planet will tilt off its axis and disrupt the order of things in the galaxy forever. Even though it hasn’t happened yet, it doesn't make it not possible. You had always thought about that phenomenon and how you never quite understood how so many scientists just blindly believed in that possibility with no proof. It wasn’t until that dance with Spencer that you believed in it. If you were the galaxy, that dance was the tilt in your axis.

Nothing could quite be the same again.

It seemed that Spencer himself was the disruptor.

Since that day, everything between the two of you was different. It was simpler. It was too easy to have conversations, to laugh at each other's jokes, to spit inane useless facts at each other. But it also became too easy to melt at Spencer’s bright smile, too easy to stare at his hands as he helped you with your math sometimes, too easy to flush whenever he paid you a compliment on your work.

Too easy to fall in love with him.

You didn’t want to think about that but you couldn’t help it. At first, you wanted to chalk it up to you not knowing how to differentiate your feelings. Maybe you just thought you were in love with him because he was the first guy to be nice to you since Jonathan but as the days went on you knew that to not be the case. None of this felt like how you were with Jonathan. With Spencer, it just felt easy. Just felt right.

It was the weekend so you had off work. Before you would always end up going into work anyway and getting some extra logs in but now you liked staying in and hanging out with Spencer. Right now the two of you were walking in the plaza near your home, fresh cups of coffee in hand. Spencer, at first, did not want to be out but after some convincing (which was just you threatening to leave without him, which he did not like) he was all for joining you out. The two of you stopped in a bookstore and you made a beeline for the astrology section. You hear Spencer scoff when you pick up a book to look through it. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What?” You say.

“Astrology, really? Aren’t you a scientist?”

“Yea, an astronomer. I love Space, so while Astrology isn’t a proven science. It’s fun to think the stars have a say in what kinda person you are.” You shrug. “When’s your birthday?”

“October 28th.”

“Of course you’re a Scorpio.”

“That doesn’t mean anything to me. Astrology isn’t real.”

“You must be real fun at parties.” You roll your eyes.

“Well, what’s your sign?”

“I’m a Cancer. Did you know that water signs are the most compatible? Especially Scorpios and Cancers.”

Spencer laughs out loud at that. You turn looking him in the eye. “What’s funny?” you say.

“That itself doesn’t tell you that astrology is bullshit?” He laughs. You narrow your eyes at him. “I mean, us, compatible? It’s funny.”

You try. You try so very hard not to look hurt by his words, you know Spencer’s a profiler and will see right through it. And he does by the sympathetic look he gives you.

“You’re right, maybe it is bullshit.” You say, putting the book down instantly. “Let’s go home.”

You and Spencer don’t talk the whole walk home, in fact you don’t talk when you get there. You’re about to just retreat to your room when you feel a hand circle your wrist.

“I’m sorry.” He says.

“You didn’t do anything.”

“I hurt your feelings.” He says.

“You didn’t hurt my feelings.” You lied. “I’m just with you all the time. Sometimes I just need a minute alone. Is that okay?”

He lets go of your wrist. “Of course, I’m sorry.”

You nod and retreat to your room, blowing a heavy breath as you fell into your bed. Might as well take a nap. You thought as you let sleep take you over.

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Long, slender fingers found their way into your hair and yanked roughly. You couldn’t help the soft whimper that came behind it. You felt the lips that were sucking hard bruising marks into your neck smirk slightly. His other hand trailed your body lightly until they met their final destination at your sex. You gasp loudly when the digit rubbed soft circles around your clit.

“Are you going to be good for me?” He asked, you nodded dumbly before moaning out loud when the first digit found its way inside you. Spencer smirked at you. “Look at you. I’ve barely touched you and you’re this wet for me. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He asked, you nodded and gasped again as he found that spot inside you. “Hmm, I don’t think you want it enough baby.”

You’re shaking your head immediately. “No. Ple-please fuck me.” You stutter. “I’ll be good, I swear.”

The smirk he gives you is almost devilish. “Alright, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He says as you feel member pressing up against your sex--

You wake up to the smell of something burning and Spencer shouting expletives from what you assumed was the kitchen. You groaned, frustratedly. Since that day your mom came to visit, you dreamed of Spencer almost constantly. Today was no different. You couldn’t escape him in your waking hours and now it seemed you couldn’t even escape him sleeping.

You hop out of bed and run to the kitchen. The sight before is Spencer frantically waving the billowing smoke that was coming from your oven. You run to open your window and turn the oven fan on. You both look at the pan that had something that couldn’t even be described as food anymore by the degree of which it was burned. Spencer looked at you guiltily.

“You seemed upset so I thought I’d make you dinner but I was reading and I lost track of time. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You smile at him. “Thank you for thinking of me but I wanted chinese tonight anyway, sound good?” You say, he nods gratefully.

Later the two of you are sitting at your kitchen table, eating chinese out of the takeaway containers. You were talking about nothing and everything until the topic came to College. You talked about how freshman year you did the whole partying thing before quickly finding out it wasn’t your scene and keeping to yourself for the rest of your college career. Spencer told you he never went to any parties in college.

“You never went to any parties?!” You asked, shocked.

“Well, I was 12. No one was really scrambling to invite me to frat parties.”

“So you didn’t do any traditional college games? No beer pong? No ‘Never Have I Ever’?” You ask, Spencer shakes his head. That’s when you get a fantastic idea. You get up and look in the cabinet above your stove which is where you kept your liquor and pulled out a bottle of Jameson. Spencer sees this and immediately shakes his head.

“No.”

“Aww, come on. Let’s play Never Have I Ever.” You smile. “If you’ve done the thing you drink.”

“I don’t want to play a remedial drinking game.”

You think for a second. “How about this? You’re a profiler, right? And I like to think I’m a little observant so how about this. We’ll take turns making assumptions about the other if the person is right, the other drinks and if they’re wrong, you drink.”

“I don’t know… it probably isn’t wise for me to be drinking. I’m supposed to be watching you.”

“It’s not like we go anywhere that’s not here anyway.” You say. “Plus, if you're good at your job, you’ll hardly have to drink.” You throw a pouty face on for good measure. Spencer rolls his eyes.

“Fine.” He says standing up and snatching the bottle from you, walking to the living room. You giggle at him before grabbing two glasses to follow him out. “Just so you know, it’s wrong to peer pressure people.” He says.

“Well, what’s a college drinking game without peer pressure.” You laugh.

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“Who’s starting?” You say as you watch Spencer pour your glass. The two of you are settled on opposite ends of your small couch, facing each other, your knees just almost touching.

“You can.” Spencer says. “I want to see if you're actually observant.”

“Okay.” You say, sitting up slightly at the challenge. “You’re an only child.” You say. Spencer raises his eyebrows at you, shocked you actually got something right, but drinks anyway.

Spencer looks at you for a second. “You have an older sibling you are not close to.”

You drank. “Yea I’ve got an adoptive older brother. There’s nothing wrong, it’s just he was already much older when I was born and we have nothing in common, other than our parents.” You look at Spencer for a second. “I wanna say divorced parents, but only raised by one.”

“You’re a lot more observant than I thought.” Spencer says as he drinks. “Dad left when I was 10.” He says offhandedly.

The game goes like this for a while, both of you confirming your beliefs of each other. You find out about Spencer’s mother's illness, Spencer learning you smoke when you’re stressed. Spencer was winning though, not that you had a problem with that as you wanted to drink, hence why you suggested the game. You were giving him a little bit of a run for his money. It was now your turn and the alcohol in your system must’ve turned off your filter because you say.

“You’re a virgin.”

You pause for a second waiting for him to drink when you realize he’s waiting on you to. You widen your eyes in shock but take your drink anyway. “I thought Maeve died before you got to meet her fully.”

Spencer nods. “She did.” He says, “The two don’t correlate.” He says, like it's obvious.

You hadn’t been expecting that. “You just didn’t strike as the hit it and quit it type.”

“And I’m not, but sometimes things are just temporary.” He says looking at you, deeply in your eyes. “You were upset today, in the shop because I said we weren’t compatible.”

You solemnly take a drink. “Why?” He asks.

“Hey, that’s not a part of the game.” You say.

“Please?” He adds.

You sigh. “I don’t know… I guess, it seemed like the idea of being with me repulsed you. And that was upsetting.”

Spencer looks at you with the most intense look in his eye. You had never seen that look before and you were glad you hadn’t because it was so heated that it was melting you where you sat. “The idea of being with you…” He says, eyes flickering down to your lips and back to your eyes. “Doesn’t repulse me. Trust me.”

You knew you weren’t the best at social cues sometimes but that seemed like a pretty big one. You move closer to him, so that your faces were close but someone would still have to make that final move. You realize it’s your turn, so you think, Fuck it...

“You want to kiss me right now.” You say, looking Spencer in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, just takes a slow swig from his glass, eyes never leaving yours. He sits his glass down on the table next to him before saying.

“You want me to kiss you.”

You sip your drink, looking him right back in the eyes. You sit your glass down next to his and Spencer's hand catches your wrist on its way back. Before you can even get a good look at him, his lips are crashing on to yours. You groan in surprise before melting into it, your hands immediately going for his hair. His massive hands almost engulf your face as he tries to pull you impossibly close to him. He groans as he licks into your mouth, both of you tasting like the Jameson you had just drunk but there was also something under it that was just pure Spencer. You push him back until you are fully seated in his lap. His hands go immediately to your waist. Feeling risky, you experimentally grind your hips, causing Spencer to groan and grip you tighter. His hands slide up your shirt slightly, you moan at that.

“Fuck-” Spencer says as you suck bruises down his neck. “Fuck, w-we’ve gotta stop.”

You pull back. “Why?” you ask.

Spencer swallows, pushing you off his lap. “There’s this thing called transference. You only want me right now because I’m protecting you. You don’t like me.” He says. “We don’t like each other.”

You realized what Spencer was trying to say. You were both drunk and there, he didn’t really want you. It was being stuck together for so long that was making him attracted to you. You were foolish to think a guy would actually want you.

“You don’t like me.” You say. “And I read this situation wrong again. God, I’m an idiot!”

“I didn’t say that, Y/N-”

“No, you’re right. You only kissed me because I’m what you’ve been stuck with for weeks. You don’t like me. I can’t blame you no guy ever does.”

“No, Y/N, I just didn’t want to take advan--”

“I need to smoke. I’m going out.” You say, grabbing. “Alone.”

“Y/N, that’s not safe and you know it. Let me go with you.”

“I think we both need to be away from each other. I’ll only be out front. Please.” You plead to him.

Spencer doesn’t say anything so you take that as your cue to go. You pull your pack and lighter out the kitchen draw and stomp out the door. As soon as you get in front of the building, you light the first cigarette as stray tears fall down your face. You were such an idiot to think someone like Spencer would want you. Sure you were both smart but you were arrogant and spiteful. Spencer was the sweetest person ever when you got to know him. It was stupid to think there was a world the two of you would work.

You frustratedly put your cigarette out and stand to head back inside to probably embarrass yourself some more when you feel it.

The hard slam to the back of your head knocking you out cold.

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someonewhowannadielol · 5 years ago

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What is Love?

Requested by @sassysaxsolo

Pairing: BadBoy!JK x Innocent!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warning: Dirty talk, degrading, oral sex (m and f receiving), pussy slapping, exhibitionism (??). Oh god this has like 4 smut scenes in it, it's nothing but porn bye

Summary: Jungkook has a degrading kink. Y/N doesn’t seem to like it. Also, JK is bad at this entire love thing but totally whipped for the girl of his dreams.

WordCount: 3.6k

A/N: The first scene is inspired by Hunter and Amy from “Hot Summer Night,” because it’s such a cute couple! P.S this might not be my best work because I wrote it at 3AM, so :( sry

You wouldn’t exactly call your boyfriend mean by any chances, but it doesn’t mean he was the nicest person you’ve ever met either. Sometimes you look at other people, like Hoseok, or Jimin, they could most definitely keep you happy – and speak to you like you’re an actual human when you both fuck.

You still remember the first time Jeon Jungkook had ever well, noticed you.

“-and then they both crashed into each other!” your friend was telling this story for the nth time, and you paying your 101% undivided attention to your fries sitting in front of you, basically drowning in ketchup, while trying to ignore the eyes that bore in the back of your head.

It was the last day of your exams as a sophomore in high school, and just like everyone else in town, you’d gone to the diner you always went to, at the end of 15thStreet Avn. Everyone and their mom had decided to come, so it was really busy, you literally had to speak loud to your friends, sitting just across you.

Fifteen minutes ago, Jeon Jungkook had walked into a diner and chose the place that gave the perfect view of you from the back.

Seven minutes ago, your friends had noticed that he was – shamelessly – staring at you, strawberry milkshake in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other. When you tried to look back, his eyes didn’t even flinch when they made contact with yours. On top of it, he winked at you. It was weirdly strange, yet made you feel all giddy inside.

What. The. Fuck. It was a well-known fact that girls would actually die to have one date with Jungkook, willing to get plastic surgeries, buying the most expensive clothes, and even leaving gifts in his locker at school. So why was here he here, in this lame-ass diner? And that too, wasting time while staring at you? He clearly didn’t even take a sip of his beverage.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, he’s so totally staring at you,” your best friend from across the booth said, while pretending to look at her nails.

“He’s so hot, I would totally take a bite,” your other friend says while taking a bite of her burger.

“Yuck!” you exclaim, as you can’t help but laugh at the thought of it. You had a certain laugh, especially when you were sitting around with your friends – it wasn’t that loud, but your eyes would bunch up as you would unconsciously bring your hand up to your mouth, and would throw your head back.

You dare to look back at him again, but this time you see his coming towards you, while taking a puff from his half smoked cigarette. You immediately turn your head back, so quick that you feared you’d broken your neck.

You look at your friends adjust their hair and posture when they see him coming towards your booth, and you can’t help but play with the hem of your sleeve, biting your lip. He stands across you, leaning on the booth in front of yours, swirling his straw so the whipped cream becomes one with the milkshake.

As soon as he makes eye contact with you, you just freak out and amidst that panic, you blurt out, “I have a boyfriend.”

He looks back at you and smirks, oh God, he looks so, so amazing. This year, he’s grown out his hair, so the waves were sprawled against his forehead, and he pushed it back with his hand after placing the milkshake next to you. He’s the pitch perfect image of a fuckboy; leather jacket, a motorbike, tattoos (even though he’s totally not 18 years old yet), and the lingering scent of cigarettes.

“Nah, no, you don’t,” he takes another puff of his cigarette, “but if you don’t stop being so fucking cute, you will,”

You chuckle, thinking he’s pranking you, thinking it’s just a joke him and his stupid friends had planned out to humiliate you publicly, “You don’t know the first thing about me,” you say as you dip a fry in ketchup.

“I know you like ketchup,” he says, before taking a sip from his milkshake.

That was also the day when Jeon Jungkook had officially asked you out.

When you’d spent the entire summer with him, you got to realize one thing about him, he loved to degrade you while having sex. Sure, it was fun the first few times – but after that, words like “slut,” and “whore,” had started making you feel like one.

It was obvious that to you that you weren’t his first priority; football and his friends were always going to be before you. You still remember he was less than enthusiastic when you told him about the art gallery you’d host after working on your still life pieces for two years.

But in reality, everyone on the team knew he was head over heels for Y/N, he had quitted smoking right after he heard you cough, he’s started wearing a helmet whenever he rode his bike, and even let you decorate it with your frilly stickers. He would always, always go out of his way to get a fresh pack of chocolate milk for you, because you once mentioned that your dad doesn’t let you drink it because it’s unhealthy.

“Here, babe,” he says tossing you your daily supply of chocolate milk.

“Hey, remember when I told you about the art gallery I was preparing for?” you said, but it seemed like he was more interesting in scrolling Instagram on his iPhone, “um, because I have to go to art school,”

“Yeah, what about it?” he said, pecking your cheek as he got up for class.

“Well, it’s on the 28thof October, that’s next week,” you say before taking a sip of the milk he got you.

He waited a minute before speaking anything, and you wished, you wished deep in your heart so sincerely that he wouldn’t come up with an excuse.

“You know Jake’s birthday is that day, right? Can’t you reschedule it?” he said, looking down, adjusting his leather jacket.

You felt as if someone was stomping on your chest, it was getting harder to swallow the milk in your mouth, and it didn’t taste like the too sugary drink it was – instead it felt like you were swallowing poison. He surely remembered your rants about how it was so hard to rent a place in that gallery right? Or how it took you three months to manage to snag it for a couple of hours? Or how it took you two years to compile your best art pieces?

“B-but I don’t think I can do that, I barely got to rent the place an-and I- “

“Babe, I don’t think I can make it. The boys and I are going out to the city,” he said, tilting his head.

He didn’t wait for your reply, already walking down the hallway, leaving you heartbroken.

On 28thOctober, you met all the professional people you had dreamed of meeting, it was an honor, especially since you were just a Junior in high school. But, you never saw the face you wanted to see. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest when the exhibition finally finished, and you had to close the gallery.

That night, around 1AM, Jungkook broke into your room through your window how he usually did, only this time he had a bouquet of roses in his right hand, and red eyes. When he noticed your tear stricken eyes and smudged mascara, he didn’t think twice before throwing the flowers on your bed and hugging you hard. Then, when he was so close, you noticed that he reeked of alcohol and weed. But it was fine.

He spent the night trying to make you laugh by reciting jokes he was forced to listen from Seokjin, and trying to make up for not being there. He cuddled you, putting your head under his chin, your body resting on his chest. It felt like home, when you would be with him, alone.

“How did it go?” he asks, nuzzling his face in your neck, peppering kisses there.

“It went amazing, I got a lot of good critique from artists and college professors,” you say, running your hands through his hair, you still missed his long hair that he cut last week, but it was way softer now,

“I missed you,” you say as he hummed.

He loved how you were like an open book, not like the girls he had been with before. You wore dresses – which he loved, because easier access – and you had long, virgin hair. He loved how untouched you were, innocent, pure and uncorrupted. He loved the little chub on your cheeks, he loved your pillow soft breasts, he loved how you always tasted like strawberries because of your chap stick. He loved virtuous you were. His to taint.

“I’m here, baby, and to make up for it, we’ll go to that café you always wanted to go to, my treat for being the best girlfriend,” he mumbled in your ear before taking off your dress and peppering kisses all over your body.

Of course, your mood had evidently changed, “Okay, you goofball,” you laugh as he tickles you.

“Baby, even if everything is wrong, it’s always going to be alright, and you know why?” he says as he kisses you on the lips. It was a chaste kiss, a huge contrast from his usual drunk kisses, they seem to be more chaste, more genuine, “you’re the only good thing in my life,”

You forgive him, like every other time.

You also toss him out the window before 6AM, before your father catches you with a boy. And that too, Jeon Jungkook. He’d probably kill you. It reminded you of the time when Jungkook decided to eat you out, on a weekday, on your bed, with your room unlocked.

It was no surprise when you found out that he was especially skilled with his tongue, not that any boy had ever even touched you there. You fought your moans, because your dad was literally downstairs watching his daily 9pm news. You knew he’d check up on you at 9.30 PM to ensure that you were studying for the SAT.

But here you were, your face stuffed with your own panties as the taste of your cum took over your tongue, it was a little embarrassing for you to taste yourself, but you paid more attention to the brown haired man between your legs. He’d mutter the same obscene words that used to give you the pleasure you needed at first, but soon became insecure of.

“You like that, dirty slut?” you mewled as he worked his tongue on your clit, adding another finger to the previous one inside of you. His two fingers did more than what you could do with your entire hand, the long slender fingers were now knuckle deep inside of you, doing wonders to your body.

“You’re such a whore, moaning here like a bitch in heat, when everyone thinking you’re an angel, huh,” he says as his fingers thrust in and out of you, lewd noises filling your small room.

You felt your blood run cold, when you could hear your dad’s footsteps on the stairs. Fuck.

“Three. You have three seconds to cum, or forget about it,” he said looking your straight in the eye, his fingers working faster than ever.

You could feel yourself pent up, your walls clenching down on his fingers.

“Two,” he said, attacking your bud with his tongue, a circling pattern, making you shake.

Before he could say ‘one,’ you were cumming, all over his fingers, your thighs and your sheets.

Jungkook chuckled, “Fucking whore,” before jumping out of your window in time, just a second before your dad came in your room. You were under the blanket, your panties under the bed, and your pride out of the window.

As you excused your flush face as a small fever, you couldn’t help but feel a weird twist in your stomach. You didn’t exactly like the way you felt.

You had avoided Jungkook as much as you could the next week, but he didn’t exactly notice because recently the football team had been putting in more hours to prepare for the nationals. He’d still slipped loving notes in your locker, and strapped a red rose on Thursday as well, that made your heart flutter.

The next time you met him was on the bus, on your way home.

He could’ve rode his bike to his home, but he wasn’t born yesterday, he knew something was up with you when you didn’t respond to any of his messages, and didn’t even acknowledge him in your English class.

The was bus was packed, to say the least, as he followed you as you went to the tail of the vehicle, excusing people. The next stop had more people stepping in here, and he was even more pressed towards you.

You instantly regretted wearing the tennis skirt you wore yesterday, because it was short short, and also thin. You no longer had an excuse to avoid your boyfriend as you felt him press up against your back, you could feel his bulge on your butt.

You tried to look back up at him, but whimpered when you saw the animalistic look in his eyes, and the way he towered over you wasn’t helping either. You sucked in a breath when you felt his finger hitch up, and up, and up, until it was so, so near your panties as he circled your inner thigh with his thumb. He could notice how you were hyper-aware of the surroundings, as if people could see everything that was happening, everyone could see how your boyfriend was basically fingering you on the bus.

“Do you wanna do this?” you heard Jungkook whisper in your ear, and truth be told, you had missed him, the feeling of his dick, his fingers, that you needed him, and you needed him now.

You nodded, and just as soon, you heard him chuckle, “You really are a dirty slut huh?” he said as he slapped between your thighs, making your knees buckle.

With one hand, he held the handle above so he would stay balanced, but with the other one, he steadied your hips, grinding his hips against you. You almost felt embarrassed by how aroused you were, and how quick you were wet. Seconds later, you could feel his fingers separate your folds, “Spread your legs, whore.”

As you spread them, you finally noticed how many people were actually here, and how to the untrained eye it just looked like he was hugging you, but his fingers were now scissoring inside you, stretching you.

You could feel him taking his cock out of his sweatpants, brush it in your folds. You were always so sensitive, the smallest of touches against your clit would make you cry out and moan, so it was no surprise that you let out some noises as his cock entered in you.

“Make one more noise, and I won’t be scared to fuck you senseless in front of all these people,” he whispered in your ear again, this time rocking his hips into you.

“Such a slut, huh? Tell me you’re a slut,” he said, and when he noticed that you didn’t do as he said, he completely stopped all movements. You couldn’t thin straight with his dick sitting inside of you, you needed to get off, and this neediness of yours made you want to crawl into a grave and die.

“I- I’m a slut,” you whispered, and Jungkook wouldn’t have been able to heard that, if he wasn’t basically glued to you.

“S-say it again,” he stuttered and you could feel the both of you coming closer.

“I’m a slut! I’m a whore for you, Jungkook,” you whispered, as you felt yourself cum. As for him, instead of cumming in you, like you thought he would, he took himself out, and jerked off in your panties. The feeling of his cum against your soaked panties was lecherous to say the least, you could feel your panties stick to your clit, almost as a reminder of the disgusting deed you’d just done.

“Keep those on until you get home, such a fucking bitch, fucking her boyfriend in a bus,” Jungkook whispered in your ear, and stepped off the bus after slapping your ass.

And you were left alone again, thinking if you really were the slut he made you out to be.

Your next interaction with Jungkook had been next week, when you both had decided to do the English homework together, at his house. While you spent at least two hours, researching on the topic, Jungkook had simply bullshitted the entire essay in half an hour. Sigh, this is why he was failing. As you were left on his bed, completing the essay, he sat on the other end, gaming with Taehyung and some random boy through his PlayStation party.

Finally, another two hours later, you were done with the horrid essay and were desperately craving your loving and adoring boyfriend’s attention.

“Jungkook,” you tried to get his attention, but didn’t even turn around to look at you. You continued to annoy him, “Kookieee,”

Suddenly, you saw a blast on the screen, as Jungkook slammed his controller on the floor.

He muted his mic before speaking, “You just don’t wanna be a good girl for me today, huh?” At this point, you straddled his lap. He picked you up without a glimpse of hesitation, settling you between his legs, as he took out his cock.

“Suck me, and be quiet about it, unless you want Tae to hear what a desperate bitch you are,” he says, and you’re left to suck him. Jungkook definitely wasn’t small, not even close. In fact, when hard, he was bigger than you had expected dicks to be. So, 4 rounds of battle later, your jaw had started to ache, and you couldn’t help but cry out an elicit moan, forgetting Tae could hear everything.

Jungkook turns off his gaming station as soon as he hears you, “I think I told you to shut the fuck up, but you’re just too fucking stupid to understand,” he says as he harshly picks you up by your ponytail.

“I’m gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be nothing but a dumb bitch hungry for cock,” he says as he thrashes you on the bed, stretching you out with his fingers.

Before adjusting his dick, and putting it in front of your entrance, he slaps your cunt, “that’s for fucking my game night, you bitch,” and he enters you, rough and fast.

He pushed his hair back, it’s been growing again, as he looks at you with his doe eyes again, this time they’re a shade darker. This turns you on, as you let out a whimper, “Jungkook c-close,”

“Cream yourself on my dick, go on, my dumb baby,” he chuckles, before increasing his speed, the sound of skin slapping filling the silence of the room, “Such a desperate cock slut, you can’t get off with me, huh?”

Moments later, when you both cum simultaneously, he lays down next to you and stares at the ceiling.

“What are you thinking of?” he asks, minutes after your silence. This time, he’s not harsh, but instead you’re surprised by his loving tone.

“Just thinking if you love me or not,” you mumble, closing your eyes, missing the surprised look on his face, eyes wide open, jaw ajar.

“Wha- Baby, of course I love you,” he stutters on his words, not knowing what to say. What had made you believe that he wasn’t head over heels in love with you?

“I just… I don’t know, I don’t like it when you call me names,” you explain already feeling embarrassed at being such a prude.

“Baby girl,” he sits up, and kisses your cheek, “you should’ve told me, I- I’m sorry,”

Jungkook looked like a hurt puppy, his eyes downcast, as he fiddled with his fingers. The next week, he had spent making sure you felt like the Princess you were, his Princess. Obviously, you had noticed his behavior, bringing a donut along with the chocolate milk, ditching football practice to meet you, kissing your hands every time he met you, peppering you with kisses.

“Kook, you don’t have to do this,” you exclaimed when he took you to see the beach, two hours away from the town.

“I just my Baby to know that I love her, and I want her to be happy,” he says, and for the first time, you feel like you’re free. You’re free when you’re with him and you love it.

You’re always happy with him. You loved his sloppy kisses, his shit eating grin when his fingers made you cum, his habit of bringing you chocolate milk every day, his scent which was a mixture of cologne and cigarettes, his hoarse voice after he wakes up. You knew no matter how much he accidentally hurt you, he loved you too.

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Room 109 -> jjk (m)

↳ Pairing: jungkook x reader ↳ genre: werewolf!au ↳ word count: 6.7k ↳ warnings: alpha!jungkook, omega!reader, omega is in heat, mating, knotting, dirty talk, female solo masturbation, unprotected sex (stay safe!), jk is proud of his size lol, multiple orgasms, pregnancy kink — synopsis: Having Jungkook as your apartment buddy was a lot to get used to. But with one early day, your heat comes up much stronger than usual, and you were desperate for an alpha’s touch.

A/N: I hope this oneshot can heal all of your thirsty, sexually frustrated souls. Also, this is my first time writing about a/b/o fics so please go easy on me. Please enjoy!

Let’s face it, your college entrance exams were hard enough but finding a decent apartment that was close to your university and wasn’t gender-neutral was harder.

Almost all of the closest residencies were full and booked of students that were about to experience a new chapter of their life. College. You get stressed very easily, and the fact that there are almost no more apartments that accepts only girls freaks you out. You are not going to share a goddamn room with a boy. Hell no.

“Mom…” you mewl as you cradled closer to your mother’s side with your laptop in front of you, “They’re all full.” You whimpered when the words ‘Sorry! We are fully booked right now! Try searching for other apartments that attain your satisfaction.’

“No baby,” she hushes you sweetly, wrapping an arm around your small body while caressing your arm. “Don’t give up just yet.”

Trust me, you were close to giving up.

It wasn’t about the point that you hate boys – you don’t. You just don’t trust them. It’s hard to earn your trust, and your parents raised you like that. Your pack had a history of betrayal and treachery from other wolves, and was once a powerful pack was now fragile and weak. Most of your friends were Omegas like you, but they have Alphas to look after them.

The only Alpha friend… well – he’s not necessarily a friend was a guy from your high school, Hyejun.

He once was a part of the pack but with the influence of his father, they left, leaving everyone in a state of confusion. Packs were always there for each other, it was their sole promise. They were the first ones to leave the group. It was surprising that your father didn’t go to try and kill them instantly. Strangely enough, Hyejun never stopped looking after you. Whenever an Alpha tries to make a move on you, Hyejun would somehow pop in and protect you. That was in high school, though. And now you were in college and you had no idea where he is now.

Just the thought of sharing a whole residence with an Alpha creates creepy tingles down your spine.

It was now a week before school starts and you still have no place to live. Without further thinking, you huffed and opened your laptop.

‘Gender neutral apartments near me’

Your eyes widened when you opened a website that was full of apartments that were still available. “Mom,” you called out, and within no more than five seconds she was right behind you, bending down as she rests her hands on the couch.

“Oh, darling! You’ve finally found a – oh.”

“Mom, I know, it’s the only ones that aren’t fully booked.” You spoke desperately.

“Y/n, daughter,” she sighs and walks around to sit on the space beside you. “If there’s no more choice then I guess we have to take the chances.”

“T-Take the chances of what?”

You mother smiles at you, “You know what. It’s better than to live so far away from your school, yeah?”

You look down, “I guess so…”

“Hey, liven up, baby,” she giggles, “Let’s not worry too much. There’s still a chance that you’ll have a nice young lady as your roommate.”

You pursed your lips, nodding. There was no time to hold up a grudge, you need to do what you had to do.

“Y/l/n Y/n.” You told the clerk behind the glass countertop, gripping your backpack and your suitcase tightly. She nods and starts typing on her computer whilst readjusting the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“Room 109. Shared with Mr. Jeon Jungkook, am I right?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, slumping your shoulders.

“Great! Here are your keys,” she hands you two keys, “and please let Mrs. Han over here take you to your room.” A middle-aged woman appears in your vision, wearing a clean blazer uniform. ‘A beta’, you spoke to yourself, smelling her scent.

“Follow me, miss Y/l/n.”

She leads you to an elevator and presses the fourth floor. It was a very awkward silence, and you didn’t know what to do but to just stay put in a corner. You know she can smell you. And you wished that she was just another human, just like the woman behind the counter.

She suddenly grabs a hold of your suitcase before you could even touch it, and it made you surprised. She smiles politely, “Let me help you.”

Following right behind her, you both walk along clean white hallways. The floor was glossy black tiles, and the sounds of her heels clicking was the only noise that you could hear – except for the harsh beating of your heart. You were so nervous to meet this Jungkook man, and there were so many questions running through your mind.

‘Was he a normal human? Was he a werewolf too? Is he perhaps an Alpha? Beta? Oh, please, be an Omega. Is he nice? Or would he be loud? I wish he doesn’t smoke – I swear to God if he smokes I’m going to leave this place in a flash.’

“Excuse me miss, we’re here.”

Mrs. Han’s voice departed you from your thoughts and you immediately straightened yourself up. “Oh, s-sorry,” you smile pathetically, readjusting your straps.

The woman just grins and lends you your suitcase back. “Well, I’ll be leaving you here. Please, if you have any questions, you are free to go down the lobby. Other information is stated on the documents we gave you. Have a nice day –”

“Do you know who Jeon Jungkook is?”

Your eyes were wide as you spoke, frantically wanting an answer. Mrs. Han knows what you mean, and she sighs.

“Jeon Jungkook, sweetie, is an Alpha.”

Oh, of course he is.

You were about to throw another tantrum, hell – you wanted to throw up, but she quickly places her hands on your shoulders reassuringly. “Y/n, I just want you to keep safe. He can be a little too much sometimes, but try to make an alliance with him. Don’t get into his bad side, okay?”

You shake your head vigorously, “I won’t.”

“Good, now go in there. We don’t have all day.” She leaves you with a final smile and turns away, heels clicking.

You shut your eyes, throwing your head back. ‘This is my worst nightmare’.

With sweaty hands, you use the keys on the lock and turned the doorknob. You pushed the door slightly, peeking to see if anyone’s inside. You opened the door halfway, and you sigh in relief when you saw no one. “Thank God.”

You pulled your large pink suitcase in and shut the door behind you. Ahead of you were a kitchen and a living room – a decent size for two people. The walls were painted in beige with white trims. ‘I could get used to this’, you thought.

You take a look around, noticing that there were things already placed on some shelves. You cringed when you saw how disorganized the cupboards were. Empty jars of Nutella and peanut butter, expired milk, and many more. Great job, Jungkook.

Speaking of Jungkook – your eyes expand when you see a man who just walked out from a bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his lower body.

You shrieked as you covered your eyes, instantly turning around. You mentally cursed yourself that you know have the image of his half-naked body engraved in your mind. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t m-mean to!” You stumbled on your words, panting heavily from shame.

Jungkook, on the other hand, clenches his jaw from your sweet and heavenly scent. ‘She’s an omega’, he thinks, and a smirk slowly crept up his lips. ‘Maybe having a roommate wouldn’t be bad after all’.

Jungkook releases a deep chuckle as he stares at your small figure. He doesn’t try to walk closer to you, knowing that it might scare you. He knows he can radiate a strong aura for new people.

“It’s alright, you can turn around.”

His statement shocks you and you shake your head side to side. Funny enough, you still kept your eyes closed with your hands, even though you were already facing away from him. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”

“But why?” Jungkook pushes, loving your cute reaction, “We’re roommates now, dear, you’ll have to get used to seeing me shirtless.”

You gulp at his words, suddenly feeling your blood rush into your cheeks. Jungkook smirks when he feels the air in the room change, he knows what he’s doing to you. The wolf in him smells your lovely scent, and he indulges himself in it. He slowly walks closer to your body until there’s a one-foot distance. Your breath hitches up, afraid to breathe. ‘I need to calm down…’

“I’m sorry if I react like this, sweetheart. It’s been a while since I’ve encountered a female omega. I forgot how addicting their scent can be…” he trails off, the last sentence spoke in a mutter as he leans his head down to the crook of your neck. You flinch when you felt his hot breath on your skin, goosebumps arising.

“You don’t have to be nervous. I don’t bite.” He says smugly and you can practically feel the smirk wearing on his face. You jump when he places both of his hands on your hips. “H-hey—”

He swiftly turns you around so you were now facing him. His hair was still damp, some of it covering his eyes. You couldn’t even dare to look down, yet you can see how muscular he was on the very bottom of your eyes. Your stare wavered when he made eye contact with you, his eyes holding so much authority and control.

“May I get your name, pretty girl?”

You chew on your bottom lip with the petname he gave for you, eyes blinking twice – three times.

“Y/n.”

“Y/n,” your name rolls out of his tongue so perfectly, his voice so pleasing. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jungkook.” He smiles, showing off his pearly whites. That smile that probably makes a lot of girls – and boys – heart to flutter. Every word you knew was stripped out of your head as you didn’t know what to reply.

Realizing that you were still on his grip, you held onto his wrists and pushed them away from your body.

“U-Umm, nice t-to meet you.” You force an awkward smile, gripping the handle of your suitcase tightly to ensure your balance.

Stepping back, you finally see a clearer vision of his appearance. He was tall – really tall, probably a head and a half taller than you. He was built really nicely, his figure strong to protect his pack as he was born to do.

Jungkook cocks his head to the side, smiling smugly when he notices you staring at him for far too long.

“Oh, I-I’m so sorry… I better get to my room now.” You mumble, proceeding to go…actually—you didn’t know where you were going.

“Here,” he chuckles as he moves your hand away from your suitcase and he grabs a hold of it instead, “I’ll show you your room.”

You follow Jungkook behind him and let me tell you, his back muscles were unbelievably impressive. ‘Why isn’t he ashamed by all this? He’s only wearing a towel, for god’s sake!’

“I’m sorry I didn’t clean the area, I wasn’t told that you were coming today.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. But it’s okay though.” You replied, smiling politely even though he can’t see you.

He leads you to a white door and stops in front of it. “After you,” he smiles and you thank him quietly, the blush on your face still clear and evident. You open the door and you smile brightly when you see how spacious it was. You walk further inside and notice the neat, twin-sized bed.

“I promise you that this room was locked when I got here. The management only opened this when you booked it.”

You ran your hands on the soft mattress of the bed, “Did they clean it?”

“Of course they did, sweetheart.” He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your eyes widened for a split second before you clench your jaw. “Stop calling me that,” you fight the urge of blushing once again, not making any eye contact with his own burning irises. You didn’t like what you were feeling – you didn’t like that you felt so frail under his overwhelming watch.

“You’re body’s telling me something else though, Y/n.” he walks around to face you with a sly smile plastered on his face. You didn’t look directly at his face, but you were faced right in front of his built arms. Some beads of water were still tripling down his skin and cause you to gulp. His biceps flex involuntarily, beautifully-toned abs right in front of your view. It was mouthwatering. You tried to fix your direction somewhere else, but his body was just begging to be seen.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumbled. Jungkook doesn’t say anything else – thankfully – and he smiles at you.

“Well, I guess I’ll be leaving you here. Please make yourself at home,” he steps back with a handsome grin, shaking his wet hair away from his eyes. “You’re free to do anything, just don’t eat my food, okay?”

You crease your brows together, wanting to chuckle at his statement, “I wasn’t planning to.”

“Good.” He proceeds to walk to the door, “See you around, Y/n.”

“Must you always stay quiet all the time?” Jungkook suddenly plops beside you on the couch, interrupting your daily reading session. You can see his face close to your left shoulder on the corner of your eyes, trying to analyze whatever you’re reading.

“Well, a person doesn’t blabber around when they’re reading, huh, Jungkook?” You snap, clearly annoyed at him. You were just about to enter the goddamned war scene of the story. “I’m sorry that I don’t give you the attention you always want.” You roll your eyes, fixing your gaze back on your book.

Jungkook looks taken aback from your words, causing him to raise a single brow up. “Hmm, someone’s got a sharp tongue.” He leans closer to you, making you feel timid. His mouth was so close to your ear, and his breathing sent shivers all over your system. “I never would’ve thought that you can be so bratty,” he growls the last few words in a deep voice.

Bratty? You shifted in your seat, feeling a little bit weird. You didn’t like to be called a brat, it makes you feel degraded.

“I’m sorry,” you ended up saying that in a whisper, cautiously lifting your head to look back up at him. Jungkook’s heart beats faster on his chest, seeing your big eyes staring at him so innocently and so cutely.

Oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

Jungkook chuckles, “It’s okay, sweetheart. How’s abooouuut…” he drags, scooting closer to you, “How’s about I treat you to lunch? You know, get to know each other a bit more. I’ll pay.”

You didn’t hesitate to nod your head, agreeing to his offer. You instantly placed your bookmark and closed the book as you sprinted back to your room to get ready. Anything for free food.

Jungkook laughs at your adorability, watching you shuffle excitedly. He brings his hand up to his lip, playing with it. He was just as eager as you are – but for different reasons.

It’s been approximately nine days since you’ve been living with Jungkook, and let me tell you, it was a tough nine days.

You would’ve thought that he would lose this sultry and sensual attitude of his around you after a few days but no. It stayed with him. Sometimes it would get very tiring with all of his teasing and suggestive comments but you held your guard up.

Unfortunately, Jungkook found your weak spots. Jungkook knows what words to say to get you all riled up. He just knows what to do just to make you weak in the knees, and knows what to say to have goosebumps raise on your skin.

Yet thankfully, he never touched you. It was because of the way he presents himself, the aura that he carries with him makes it feel like he owns every place he walks into. But then again, he’s an alpha, and they can take whatever they want in just a loud growl.

But there was no lie that he’s really handsome. He had a perfectly sculpted face, not a single flaw ever to be spotted. His long hair that would go past his ears always looked breathtaking on him, especially when wet.

You would be blind if you said that he wasn’t attractive and fine.

You woke up drastically with your chest heaving up and down, your breathing not normal than it should be. You can feel sweat trickling down your spine, all over your neck and your forehead. You felt hot.

Immediately springing into action, you throw the covers away from your body and you remove your pajamas, leaving you in your shirt and underwear. You nervously bite on your lip as you step your foot on the cold floor and made your way through the darkness of your room into the bathroom.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, eyes expanding in utter horror when you see that your pill bottle was empty. “No, no, no, no, no!” You immediately shuffled through every drawer and cupboards and prayed that you’ll find an extra bottle somewhere. “Did I not pack extra heat suppressants?!” you whisper-shouted to yourself, eyebrows joining together in frustration.

How stupid can you be?

“Okay, okay, calm down,” you paced back and forth, combing your hands through your sweaty hair. Your first instinct was to call your mom, but god it was 5 am in the morning and you didn’t want to wake her up, especially on a Monday where she goes to work. What the fuck were you going to do?

You definitely weren’t going to risk the chances of going outside of your room. You don’t want Jungkook to see you, not at this state. You mentally cursed yourself when you can feel your slick slowly dripping down your thighs, making you whimper involuntarily.

You closed your eyes tight, taking a deep breath. Walking out of the bathroom, you instantly made your way to the door of your bedroom and locked it. You just have to lock yourself inside your room until your heat is over.

Laying yourself back on the bed, you wondered if the pills you took yesterday didn’t work. You started your heat two days ago, and you even made sure that you’ve scheduled your pills.

But as time passes, the feeling never went away. You couldn’t sleep. You could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter as each second passes as hair was stuck on your neck and forehead. You tossed and turned all over your mattress, feeling frustrated and needy.

This scared you, not going to lie. It was your first time witnessing yourself in heat without the suppressants, and you didn’t know what to expect. You emitted loud whines and penurious whimpers, calling for some release. You wanted something, you wanted someone.

Jungkook groaned when he wakes up and hears the alarm from his phone. He reaches his arm out to grab the device and shuts off the annoying sound with his eyes half-open.

5:30 AM, it reads.

He gets up and switches on the light, blinding him for a couple of seconds before he rubs both of his eyes with a yawn. It was time for his Monday workout session. He prepares himself and changes his clothes to some black gym shorts and a black cut-off sleeve shirt, paired with his usual sneakers. He takes his phone and advances out to the kitchen.

Jungkook was humming softly to himself, filling his large bottle up with warm water from the dispenser.

“Oh, I forgot my headphones,” he said to himself and proceeded to turn around, but a strong scent hit his nose like a truck.

‘What?’

‘Umm…’

‘What the fuck?’

Jungkook’s eyes expanded ten times bigger when a sweet and savory scent filled up the air. He walks closer, sniffing the air until it leads him right in front of your door. Jungkook was now breathing heavily. It was his first time in a very long time to smell an omega in heat, and he doesn’t know if he can control himself any further.

“A-alpha…”

Jungkook’s irises turn red right after he hears your soft but desperate whimper. He growls when he felt his blood rush down to his cock. Jungkook wanted to burst right in, to help you through your heat. You were desiring for an alpha, and he was right there, but he didn’t know that your room was locked not before he tried to open your door.

This brought him back to his senses.

He immediately steps back before anything gets more carried away. He rushes to grab his water bottle – ditching the headphones and immediately runs out of the room with a heavy breath.

“Shit shit shit shit shit!” the half-wolf chants as he makes his way towards the elevator with heavy steps. His breathing was rapid, almost making it look like that he was about to faint. He was going mad; he has never smelled an omega that sweet and delicious. It was like a new smell for him. His hormones were going crazy, his mind in a state of lust and desire.

He sighs in relief when he sees no one inside the elevator. Once he pressed the correct floor and the door closed shut, he couldn’t help but grip his hand tightly to the metal rails, knuckles almost turning white. Jungkook usually knows how to keep his control, but something about you just makes him mad.

He growls deeply as the sound of your sweet whimper fills his mind, replaying over and over again. He imagines you, looking so needy and in need of a release below him. He wants to help you, help you release that sexual frustration out of you. He craves to dominate you; your cute, little body. Your voice sounded so cute, so delicate that turns Jungkook on to the max. The word ‘alpha’ rolled down your tongue so smoothly, and he wanted to hear it again and again.

Jungkook tries his absolute best to calm himself down, closing his eyes as he takes several breaths.

“A-alpha…” the word came out in an eager tone, desperate for something. Your body was drenched in sweat and you felt slick frantically dripping down your thighs.

Your body took over your mind. All you can ever do was to dread for a mate while your hands teased your hardened nipples through your shirt.

You wanted an alpha. You wanted Jungkook.

As messed up as it was, you were dreading for your roommate to touch you. You were dreading him to mate with you, feel his big member inside of you.

“A-aahh, puh-please,” you mewled into the darkness, bucking your hips into nothing. Your body shivered when you snuck your hands under your shirt and tweaked your hard buds. “I c-cant…” you threw your head agitatedly from side to side, your skin itching from the desperate need of contact.

“Oh, whatever,” you spoke in gritted teeth while sliding your right hand down, cupping your dripping wet core. You immediately shivered from the oh-so-delicate touch, closing your eyes tight. You carefully rubbed your clothed cunt, your fingers immediately dampening as your slick transferred to your fingers.

With your other hand massaging your boob, you hesitantly slipped your hand inside your underwear, biting your lip.

“Mmnggf, my god,” you gasped when your fingers touched your sensitive clit. Without waiting any further, you rubbed the bud hastily as waves and waves of pleasure shoots through your system. You ran your digits down your folds, teasing your pulsing hole by poking the tip of your finger in. “I… a-aaah,” multiples mewls escaped your swollen lips when you rubbed your clit even faster, applying more pressure to escort you to a release.

“I wanna cum…” you begged to no one, “I wanna cum so badly.” You almost wanted to cry with the hopelessness in your body. You arch your back in an uncomfortable way when you pinched your rock-hard nipples once again.

“Please… make me cum, Jungkook.” You whispered.

You imagine that it’s him. You imagine that it’s him doing all of the work for you. His long, slender fingers that can unambiguously do more than your own can. You imagine his big, well-built body hovering over you, controlling your body and making it his.

“Alpha…” you can feel a heavy knot forming inside of your stomach, signaling that you were close. You didn’t hold back your cries of pleasure as your hips buck into the air, your fingers moving faster on your pussy. “Please please please…”

A loud moan escaped your lips when you felt hot cum running down from your drenched cunt, and you didn’t stop to make sure everything didn’t go to waste. Your thoughts were clouded with immense pleasure, your body going into a series of quick trembles and shudders.

‘One more time.’

Jungkook kept clenching his jaw, his grip on the exercise bike tight. He should be focusing on his workout routine, yet all he could ever think about was you.

‘Were you going through your heat?’

He’d praise you for actually being considerate and locking the door; because if you didn’t, all hell would break loose.

But if he did walk in, would you accept him? Would you let him touch you, let him take over you?

He couldn’t help but ponder that maybe it was all just the pleasure that was speaking for you, and not Y/n herself. He wouldn’t like it if you’ll regret everything when you get back to your normal state.

These thoughts were circulating Jungkook’s head, not until an hour later when he’s officially calmed down. He hesitates to go back inside the room, but he has no other choice.

Jungkook.

You can smell him.

Without thinking any further, you jumped out of your bed and ran outside to the living room where your eyes set on a messy-haired Jungkook, shirt stained with sweat while he was downing his water bottle.

“Y-Y/n?” he asks carefully, eyeing you with caution.

You abruptly forgot that you weren’t wearing any underwear, and he can easily smell your arousal from a distance. He notices how your face was so flushed, hair in tangles and you breathing was uneven.

“Jungkook—” you whimpered quietly, pleading him as you walked closer to his frame. Jungkook shakes his head as he steps away from you, noticing his adam’s apple bob as he goes to the very corner of the room.

“Distance, Y/n. I-I don’t wanna do anything you don’t want.” Jungkook rasps, trying his fucking hardest not to pounce on you.

The shirt that you wore only covered a little bit of your wet pussy and your sweet scent filled the entire room in a flash. Jungkook was losing his mind, eyes threatening to roll back from your smell.

“No, please,” your eyes drooped, tugging at the hem of your shirt frustratingly, “I want it, I really, really do.” You sigh. When Jungkook didn’t respond, you took the chance to continue. “I-I ran out of heat suppressants. My heat is too strong today a-and I can’t take it any further.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw. He notices the glistening slick that was slowly creeping down your thighs, and he wanted to punch a wall. He growls lowly to himself, feeling his dick harden again.

“I’ve already cummed t-three times today, but I need more.”

The alpha raises his eyebrows from your statement, “Three?” he chuckles, crossing his muscular arms together in front of his chest, “That’s quite a lot, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

There he goes. There he decides to tease you. You’ve learned that you quite love his teasing, and it makes you even hornier.

“I know, but all this time I was thinking about you, Jungkook.” You spoke quietly as you walked closer to him.

“Y-Y/n, are you – oh fuck, are you sure about this?” he tries to say, but your smell was overflowing his mind and it was difficult for him to formulate words. “Do you know what you’re about to do? Hmm?”

“Yes, I’ve never been surer. Please,” you were now right in front of him, and you heard him growl dominantly as he towers over your height. “Please mate with me.”

Without wasting any more time, he suddenly lifts your little body and carries you to his room, shutting the door behind him. He drops you onto the soft bed and you crawl up to rest your head on his pillows. Jungkook smirks down at you while he removes his shirt, revealing his beautifully-toned abs that had just the workout earlier.

“My little, desperate omega,” he scoffs, “begging for another release, aren’t you?” he hovers over you and leans down to lick a bold stripe on your neck. You croon your head to the side, allowing him more access. You let out a moan when he starts to suck on your delicate skin.

“You just want an alpha’s cock to satisfy you, huh?”

You nod briefly, followed by a quiet mewl when he removes your shirt, revealing your breasts to him. “Hmm? Is that what you want? Want this little pussy to be filled up with some big cock?”

��Hnngf, yes, yes, please,” he starts to suck on your hard nipples, biting on it playfully which makes you arch your back. He removes his mouth with a loud pop, “Filthy little girl.”

Your nerves were firing, feeling blazing hot and excited. You were fantasizing about this for so many hours now, after all of the unsatisfying releases – you have finally got what you truly wanted. Your hands were clammy and your mind was in a blissful mess, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was him; right now, at this moment.

“Let me have a taste of you, baby girl,” he growls as he hovers down to your core. He inhales your savory scent and his dick twitches. Your pussy was so wet, dripping in juices and stained with cum from your previous orgasms. Jungkook’s arms sling around and under your thighs, parting them together to give him a better view.

“Fucking hell, you’re drenched, sweetheart. Is this all for me, hmm?” he doesn’t even give you the time to respond when he abruptly licks a heavy stripe from your clenching hole to your clit. The sudden feeling sent electrifying currents all throughout your body, “Oohhh, yes. I-It’s all for you, Jungkook.”

“You don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about this sweet little cunt, baby. I’ve been wanting to have a taste of you since you’ve first stepped inside this apartment.”

He drives his tongue back, this time alternating between licking numbers on your folds and sucking on your swollen clit. His tongue worked wonders on you, causing your hands to fly down to tug on his long and wavy hair. You try to shove his bangs away to have a better view of his mouth on your pussy.

“Ohh my god! Like that, keep doing that, please,” you breathlessly moaned, shutting your eyes from the pleasure. You felt him smirk between your pussy which made you clench onto nothing.

You whimper from the loss of contact when he leans back, wiping his lips with the back of his hands. “I’m going fucking mad on you, baby. You drive me wild.”

Your eyes fly to where his right hand is as he cups his hard length beneath his shorts. He proceeds to rub it firmly, teasing you as he makes direct eye contact. “You want this, huh?”

You nod desperately, bringing your fingers up to your lips to give them a suck.

Jungkook chuckles sinisterly and finally pulls the clothing down, and your mouth immediately waters from the sight.

He was nice and long, his girth impressive as precum dripped down the tip of his dick. He strokes his length a couple of times as he carefully examined your expression. “You like it?” he smirks, “You want it inside you, huh?”

He chucks the clothing to the floor and hovers above you, his dick now right in front of your entrance. “Are you sure you want this, Y/n?” his eyes suddenly turn soft after being invaded with lust, “Are you sure you want me to be your mate?”

You try to smile at his question, “Yes, yes I do, Jungkook. I want it to be you.” His heart swells up, but he feels like melting into a puddle after you’ve continued: “Do you?”

Jungkook laughs quietly as he strokes your hair with his hands reassuringly, his gaze looking so caring and loving. “Of course I do, Y/n. I’ve always thought that you were the most beautiful girl that ever existed, even if we only met a couple of days ago,” he chuckles. “The most precious, kind, sweet, and delicate girl I’ve ever seen. I wanted to be yours so bad. I want to protect you, wanna take care of you forever.”

He nuzzles his nose close to the crook of your neck, shaking his head which causes his hair to tickle you. You giggle and Jungkook smiles, pressing a delicate kiss on your lips. “You don’t know how much I need you.”

“You can have me, Jungkook. Claim me as yours.”

And with that statement, he was quick to growl as his cock twitches in desperate need. He tugs on in a couple of times before aligning it on your entrance. “I’ll go slow, okay little one?”

You obey his words as you nod. You felt the tip of his dick pushing inside your hole, slowly and carefully filling you with his thick cock. He was even bigger than you were expecting, filling you up in all the right places. “O-ohh my god!” you moaned out, lips open in pleasure as you felt your thighs quiver.

“Mhmm, your pussy’s squeezing my cock so good, baby.” He places his big hands on your hips as he pushes further, his eyes rolling back from how tight you are. “You feel so fucking good.”

He wasn’t even halfway in before you felt yourself close to an orgasm. You wrap your legs around his hips, pushing him deeper inside of you. “I-I…a-aaaahhh!”

Your fourth orgasm of the day hit you like a huge train, covering Jungkook’s cock with your cum. You were clenching uncontrollably around him and he couldn’t help but shove the rest of his length in without any warning. “Fuck! B-baby, you’re gonna make me lose my shit.”

He stays still inside of you, letting you calm down from your previous high. But you can’t help but notice his heavy and ragged breath, growling every now and then. “J-Jungkook, you can move now.”

“Y/n,” his voice suddenly becomes deeper and raspier, “I-I might not be able to hold myself ba—oh s-shit—back.” He closes his eyes tight, moving his hips very slightly. “Please tell me that you’re a hundred percent okay with this. I don’t want you to r-regret anything.” He said in a heavy pant, pleasure for sure taking the best of him. Jungkook was overwhelmed with all of the waves of senses being thrown at him all at once. Fuck, just the thought of your cute little tummy carrying all of his pups makes him want to fuck your brains out.

“Please, Kook,” the alpha smiles at the nickname, “I really, really want this. I don’t regret any of this. I want you too as much as you do, so please, just fuck me already. Be my mate, please.”

Jungkook chuckles, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, “If you say so, baby.”

Immediately, he starts fucking you with a deep and hard pace. Your eyes instantly roll back to your head as you start seeing stars. He was literally trying to fuck your brains out.

Your fingers claw on his back, scratching his skin which made him hiss, probably from the pain plus pleasure it brought. This only encouraged him to go even faster and even harder than before.

“Such a slut for this big cock, aren’t you? You wanna be filled with my cum, huh? Wanna carry my pups?”

You moan delightfully from his words, clenching around him from the thought of having his puppies. “Yes, yes. Give me your pups, Jungkook,” you whimpered.

“You want it, huh?” He snarls, smirking down at you. Suddenly, his right hand flies to your neck and he wraps his whole palm around it, choking you. You whimper, not expecting to be so turned on from this action. He presses firmly on your neck, his dominant and assertive side coming out.

You feel so nice and full around him, his cock hitting so deep inside of you. His balls were fervently slapping on your pussy, making wet lewd noises that resonated throughout the room. He was growling on top of you, bruising your thighs as he continues to pound on your sore, little cunt.

He finally releases your neck but only to grab your hips with both of his hands, flipping you around so that you were on fours. “Face down, ass up, baby girl.”

You mewled as you did as you were told, burying your face on his pillows. His hand spanks your ass cheek once, twice, three times, making you whimper loudly. His smacks were hard and sharp, and you were sure that your skin will turn red in no time.

Jungkook continues thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt, pulling all the way until just the tip for him to slam his whole length in you. Your body jolts forward, as he does this action again and again. “Hmm, such a nice, tight pussy you’ve got.” He teases your cunt by gliding the tip of his dick up and down your soaked folds, collecting more of your wetness. “This is all mine, right sweetheart?”

He firmly slaps his dick on your clit a couple of times to get an answer from you. “Answer me, Y/n,” he groans.

“Y-Yes, yes, it’s all yours, Kook.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Jungkook only had one goal, and that was to fuck you into another mind-blowing orgasm. His hips move faster and his cock was deeper with the new position, allowing him to hit your sweet spot. “O-oh! Right there! R-right there,” you moaned, tears brimming in your eyes from how good it all feels. Your hard nipples were rubbing on the sheets, helping you and providing more pleasure.

“Right here?” He gives one particular hard thrust on that same spot, making you moan out his name.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby? Make your body tremble, your pussy clenching on my big dick, hmm?” He keeps pounding on your g-spot, bringing you closer to the edge yet again. “That’s it, baby. C’mon, come for me.” With his last words, you instantly release around his length, squeezing him up as you shake. It was all so much for you to handle, yet Jungkook still holds your body so tenderly as you cummed.

“Y-Yeah, fuck,” Jungkook pants, “so good, m’gonna cum inside you, sweetheart. Gonna fill those walls with my cum and you’re gonna keep it there baby.”

Jungkook chases his high and before you knew it, his cum was spurting inside of you, hot and long strokes of his seed shooting on your walls. He gasps and leans down, your back pressed firmly against his chest as he holds you close.

“Take it, baby, take it.” He grunts, and he doesn’t hold back the loud moan that escapes his lips when he feels his knot getting bigger and bigger. Your eyes suddenly go wide from the feeling. It felt like someone was blowing a balloon inside of you.

“Jungkook… wh-what’s happening?” You asked quietly, trying to push yourself away but he just groans and pulls you back firmly.

“J-Just stay here, baby. You’re safe, you’re okay.” He reassures you as he tries to calm his breathing down.

“How long will this last?”

“A couple of minutes,” he laughs quietly, “can last about an hour or two. We don’t know.”

You giggled, “Now we’re closer than ever, huh?”

“Yes, baby,” he leans down to kiss your lips tenderly, full of love and affection. “Quite literally.”

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be-dazzled · 5 years ago

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#SIYC

Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser Genre: Multi-chapter, Romance, Comedy Rating: M for sensitive Language and Content

I love the look on your face when you first see me The way that you laugh at the silliest things There's a million more, these are just a few Of the many reasons I love you

- The Way You Smile, NewSong

The sun was still high but the fresh air in Isvan felt good on the skin. The breeze slapped on his exposed skin and kept him awake despite the long, quiet drive. Gray threw a glance at his girlfriend by his side, still soundly asleep. He felt bad for her missing the view. Gray contemplated waking her up but he decided against it, thinking she needed the rest. Besides, the drive back would give her a second chance at the view. For the meantime, he'd let her catch up with her sleep. He pulled her hand gently, careful not to wake her up, and pressed a soft peck on her knuckles.

The Lamborghini crossed the border that separated Gray's hometown from the great City of Magnolia. Isvan used to be a third-rate municipality, surrounded by medium cost housing and rough road. Not until Gray's success in the city, no one would have even heard of Isvan. The town was gradually developed in recent years. Today, Isvan was lined with fancy concrete houses and elaborate landscaping to go with them.

Gray could already recognize his neighborhood but his mother's house was still at the other end of that exclusive suburban village. When he reached the last white-fenced house, Mr. and Mrs. Connell's, Gray turned the curb into an asphalt road lined by coconut trees at either side. At the end of that road was the black, decorated gate that led to President Wakaba and Mika Mine's mansion.

The guards on post greeted their master Gray and opened the gate to let the Ghini into the compound. Gray pulled up right in front of the mansion's main entrance, snorting at the ridiculous fountain across the house. That wasn't there before.

President, his step-father, the fur wearing Wakaba Mine, did a good job renovating the old bungalow his family used to own. He couldn't even recognize anything from his old home, like he just replaced the entire thing. But the mansion reflected the President's style – extra and flamboyant.

He cut his engine off and turned to the sleeping figure beside him. He fought the desire to touch her face and kiss her lips. Ultimately, he learned that he had the slightest self-control where the ballerina was concern.

"Hey, girlfriend. Baby?" Gray's words were a soft rumble in Juvia's ears. He gave her a cautious shove, gentle enough not to startle the ballerina.

His girlfriend's lids fluttered open and she stirred in her seat, stretching her arms, heaving her chest up and finally waking from her dream. One set of amused eyes couldn't help but stare.

"Hey, babe, we're here."

"Was I asleep the whole time?"

She wasn't awake enough to make a wistful pout. Neither was she oriented enough to know her surroundings. But the moment she saw Gray, Juvia gave him that snoozy smile and a soft press on his lips.

"Now, that's what good mornings are made of."

She settled back to her seat, heaving out a contented sigh. Gray, wanting more after having a little taste, leaned in to indulge himself.

"If that's my reward, I really don't mind waking you up every morning. Even at night, and in between."

But before he could even reach that sweet pink haven, the evil woman from hell decided to show up.

"Oh, you're finally here!"

The steering wheel suffered Gray's disappointment. "Good morning, mother." He greeted without even trying to hide his irritation.

The ridiculously dressed President appeared behind Gray's mother, blowing a smoke from his pipe. His trademark fur-coat eating at his neck. But he was also leaning on a wooden cane. Gray never seen nor knew that he used one.

It was Juvia who climbed out the car first. She returned Mika's hug and that geezer's. He twitched at the latter. But no matter how much he hated it, Gray knew he couldn't go up that house without having to do it. So, Gray got out of his Lamborghini, already regretting.

President hugged him last, longer than necessary. He still smelled like burning tobacco and strong alcohol.

"Geez, the sun's still up and you're already drinking."

"It's called social drinking, you brat."

President Wakaba patted him at the back with both hands, stronger than usual too, before he released Gray from his hold. But he wasn't done yet. President Wakaba dropped his arm around Gray's shoulder and leaned on him like he found no use of his cane.

"You have good taste, brat." He said as he coughed after smoking his pipe.

Gray's eyes drifted to the direction where President was looking and easily comprehended what he meant. The two unknowingly shared a triumphant grin that guys like them often had talking about their impeccable taste in women.

"Yeah."

Both tilted their heads on the side as they appreciated the retreating backs of their respective women and then lower. Both were unashamed of what they were doing.

"Just like me."

That one Gray didn't agree with. Yes, his mother was a find but no, he wasn't like him. But when he turned to President to tell him off, he witnessed that smile and gleam in his eyes Gray knew all too well. His attention returned to the two women ascending the steps into the mansion. He was caught off guard when Juvia glanced back at him, smiling – that bright, contagious smile that lifted the corners of his mouth.

He knew his smile wasn't as sexy as he intended. It was one of those stupid-looking smiles that men like him knew about it. One of those stupid-looking smiles just like President Wakaba's.

"Let's go inside, brat. Don't keep your mother waiting."

Maybe, they weren't so different, after all.

President Wakaba was a few steps ahead of Gray. But he easily caught up with the man in the cane at the double-door entrance. The mansion felt a little different, a little strange. Gray would always feel that every time he came home, once every year. He needed to adjust to his own house.

"I guess mom is kinda bored again, huh?"

Gray commented, looking around the gigantic interior of his mother's house. Consulting his memory, it seemed that the furniture was moved around and the drapes, he noted, were freshly changed.

"You know your mother. She goes crazy whenever you come home."

Gray followed President deeper into the mansion. The man with the cane led him to an archway where he heard some noise – talking and laughter. He didn't see that absurd orange Mercedes at the entrance but Gray knew his team was here. And whatever his Vice Captain said about the color being lava, Gray would keep calling his car orange.

"You should come home more often."

Gray heard the unsolicited advice. Once a year was enough, right? And his mother visited him in the city anytime she wanted. Oftentimes, uninvited.

"Oi, Captain!"

He was right, Gray's team was already at the long table, enjoying the feast before them, headed by his feel-at-home Vice Captain, Natsu.

"What took your Lamborghini so long?" Natsu asked, gnawing on a piece of turkey leg. "My Lava made your Lamborghini eat dust!" he proudly exclaimed.

"You named that tin can Lava?" he barked back as usual.

"You guys made an interesting stop-over?" Loke asked, his double-meaning look jumping from his Captain and then at the ballerina by his side.

"Eat your food, jackass."

"Gray, manners."

His mother reminded.

"Just sit down. I'm sure you two are very much hungry."

Gray glared at the woman.

"From the travel, geez. Why are you so worked up?"

But Gray knew what she really meant. That wide grin wasn't fooling anyone, just adding fuel to fire.

"Don't mind them."

Gray told Juvia before he took the seat next to hers. He wanted to take her hand in his, place a soft peck on the back of her palm and maybe claim that kiss she'd been teasing him earlier. Just maybe not in front of the guys. He could handle their teasing but he wasn't sure about Juvia.

"And don't mind my cavemen of a team." He added, nodding at the four crudes gobbling the table clean.

Gajeel, Fiore Knights' Center, said something with his mouth full that no one in that table understood. No one except Fiore Knights.

"He said we need the protein." clarified Loke. "And you're the one to say." The self-proclaimed woman's man, pointed an accusing spoon at Gray. "You're just shy in front of your girlfriend."

"I once watched him finish an entire plate of chicken breast and he was still hungry." Juvia chimed in.

"Hey!" he teased.

"What? It's true."

"Don't go feeding my team with that information. They'd think they have something over me."

"It's common knowledge." Natsu joined in. "You haven't seen him guzzle a whole chicken. It's not cute."

"Turns you off, doesn't it?"

Gray felt an urge to punch the man sitting next to Juvia. He might be quite a looker, mysterious and brooding, but a little black eye suits Laxus too.

"Alright, alright. Don't scare my girlfriend away."

Gray knew he would quickly regret it but for the first time he let his men find his weakness. He was never going to hear the end of it.

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After brunch and an hour of teasing from his teammates, Gray walked back to his car to grab his and Juvia's bags. They were arranged neatly at the backseat; his navy blue duffel and her pink animal-printed… he'll go ahead and just call it a weekend bag. He took the shoulder bag on the front seat and balanced the three on his shoulders. The gleam almost blinded him when the 10:00 a.m. sun hit his girlfriend's sequined bag.

When he entered through the living room, he found his teammates scattered around the sofa, groaning out of overeating.

"Ugh. I can't feel my stomach." Natsu sprawled on the Camelback, claiming it all to himself. "I don't think I can walk."

Gray grabbed a pillow and threw it on the whiner, hitting Natsu right in the face.

"Hey!" Natsu bolted up, regretting it almost immediately.

"No one told you to eat the whole table."

"He's right, Cap." Gajeel joined in. "I think I'm stuck in here."

Gray would have cracked a laugh at the picture of Gajeel, a size or two bigger than the armchair that completed the sofa set. The Team Captain threw the other cushion at Fiore Knights' Center which the latter easily caught in his hands. He had great reflexes and good at catching things.

"Let's not disappoint today." He stated, more sounding like a threat. Then, Gray picked up the bags he dropped on the floor and went his way.

"Fine, fine! Loke will not be disappointing any children today."

Gray was already at the first step of the grand staircase that led to the second floor. Still, Loke's voice reached him. He didn't have any doubts about that. They might look and act like a bunch of overgrown children, but the member of Fiore Knights were professionals. Plus, those cavemen were typically heroes to the young boys from the home. Gray was sure his men never disappoints, or their ego wouldn't allow them.

Hoopster ascended the stairs to the second floor, with his and Juvia's bags hanging on him, adding to his weight. But nothing he couldn't handle. He used the mid-morning sunlight to steer the carpeted corridor.

Gray paused to appreciate one of his favorite installments in the house. The floor-to-ceiling drapes were tied to the sides, putting the endless blue sky to view. The glass wall overlooked his mother's beautiful green garden; its continuous flow interrupted only by a white, double wooden door which led to the veranda. Gray reminded himself to show Juvia his mother's own grown garden. But the house tour would have to wait. There was somewhere else he wanted to take Juvia.

Gray dropped by at the guest room, wanting to know if Juvia settled in. He found her just coming out of the bathroom, sadly for Gray, all her clothes were still intact.

"Hey, beautiful."

Gray was such a smooth talker that his suave greeting earned a soft smile and a little blush from Juvia.

"Oh, hi. Hey, thanks for bringing those up." said Juvia as she took her weekend duffel and shoulder bag from Gray and placed them on the still made-up bed.

"That's all I get?"

The mattress dipped as Gray sat on the edge of the bed, next to Juvia who busied herself by taking out some cosmetic pouches and arranged them neatly on the bedside table.

"My arm felt really," Gray massaged his left shoulder where he carried Juvia's bags and twisted it behind, feigning muscle cramp. "sore carrying that leopard bag of yours. What do you have in there?"

He noticed the slight change in Juvia's blue eyes, probably remembering something – something naughty. The woman cleared her throat first, trying to fight the heat that was coloring her cheeks pink.

"Why?" she asked. "Isn't a 'thank you' enough?" Juvia was now taking out some other travel pouches inside the sequined bag.

Gray noticed she was trying not to meet his eyes, which was weird.

"Huh."

His girlfriend was acting really weird.

"What?"

Gray didn't answer. Instead, he pulled Juvia towards him, wrapping his arms around her waist and spreading his legs to let her even closer.

"Well, thank you is good but I need a…" Gray didn't finish his sentence on purpose and just puckered his luscious lips.

"You want a kiss?"

Gray thought he was being cute. He believed that too when Juvia finally gave him that beautiful smile.

"Yes, give me some of that sugar, please."

Juvia tucked strands of hair behind her ear before she pressed a quick peck on Gray's lips, resting her hands on his broad shoulders as she did.

"Like that?"

"Yeah, but more."

This time, it was Gray who softly brushed his lips against Juvia's, earning a soft 'mmm' from her. But he was the one who broke off the kiss too, albeit resentfully. It took so much of his will power to pull away from that kiss. But young, excited kids were waiting for him and his team. He was looking forward for it too.

"I know I promised to show you around the house." Gray looked up to his girlfriend who was still smiling at him. "But there's somewhere I'd like for you to see first."

"Alright."

Juvia awarded herself one last kiss before she pulled Gray off the bed and out of the guestroom. Downstairs, four Fiore Knights were waiting for them; and one of them – very impatiently.

"Geez, what took you guys so long? Let's go." Natsu didn't have any intention to let the couple answer. He just played with a rather smaller ball in his hands as he started to the door.

"Don't mind him, Juvia." It was Loke who apologized on behalf of his Vice Captain. "He isn't getting any of that lovin' so he's cranky." The rest of Fiore Knights followed behind Cranky. The couple, after sharing a short but guilty giggle, rounded up the close knit.

They took the Ghini for a spin. If Gray wasn't on the wheel with his eyes on the road, he would have enjoyed staring at his girlfriend by his side and it was a picture he'd forever etch in his mind. How her blue tresses rode the wind. How her eyes closed as she took in the breeze that hit her face. But most of all, the curve of her lips as she steal a glance at Gray and he'd catch her.

"You've never been to Isvan, right?" Gray kept his eyes on the road as he navigated the neighborhood. He'd steal a glance at Juvia who leaned back on the passenger seat, looking out into the rich neighborhood.

"Yeah. It's not as I expected."

Another glance showed Juvia now looking ahead the road as the Ghini purred into the main town and light traffic.

The Isvan Capitol was made of hard white-washed brick, topped with spiky spirals. It looked very polished and well-maintained. The surrounding buildings kept the motif going with needle roofs and that dirty white paint. It wasn't hard to spot the buildings which weren't part of the government compound. They looked like cream-colored boxes with solid paint and hard edges.

"It's very… current."

"It wasn't like this when I was a kid." Gray shared, both hands on the wheels as he maneuvered the packed four-lane.

"They named a gymnasium after you?" asked Juvia, amused eyes glued at the building bearing the Fullbuster name they just passed by.

"Not me, my dad." Gray clarified. "President donated it when I won my first national championship."

Juvia couldn't keep her eyes straight ahead as she kept seeing Gray's face all over town.

"Wow, my boyfriend is kinda important, isn't he?"

At one of the commercial buildings, a tarpaulin was hanging with words of encouragement for Gray and Juvia. They chose good photos of Gray and Juvia for the collage, same as the one they saw at the ballerina's hometown.

"That's right." Gray put off his sunglasses for a sexy wink. "Your boyfriend is a celebrity."

Juvia had to roll her eyes and they both laughed.

But Gray wasn't planning on taking Juvia on a town tour. That could wait. At the end of the brick houses, Gray followed the smooth curve. A minute-drive away from the main capital, the four-lane was sharply cut into two.

"This is what I am talking about."

Gray was more relaxed now, driving his billion dollar car into the countryside.

"This is what Isvan is made of."

The two-lane pavement was lined on either side by endless of green and nature, just the opposite of the white-brick capital. The wind colder on the skin as compared to that in the main town. The distinct smell of fresh air brought him back to his childhood, when life was simpler. When he was free to run around the rice fields.

"Hey! What is that?"

Oh, Gray sadly forgot about that.

"Slow down. Slow down!"

He was kind of proud of it. Or used to. Suddenly, a wave of embarrassment was weighing on him. Along with pesticides ads, why would anyone put up a billboard of his abs in the middle of the rice fields?

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Writer’s Corner: Hi, you guys! I know I should be working hard since we’re on lockdown. I owe you guys some entertainment. I just got side-tracked. Anyways, I hope you had fun reading Fiore Knights interacting.

Also, it was more fun writing in Juvia’s perspective. But let’s shine some light on our best boy. I think you’ll get it in the next chap.

Anyways, I just wanted to thank everyone of you who keeps inspiring me with your kind words. I’ve received a lot of love lately. I am very much thankful.

thank you to these people, some I have interacted with since the beginning, some I just met, but keeps supporting us until now. I apologize in advance if you don’t see your name here but please know you are all important to me. (your girl feeling a little emotional)

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Always, always thankful you guys!

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dxfiedfxte-a · 4 years ago

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A Hug From Beyond The Grave|Drabble|

July 21st | 2015 | Tatsumi Port Island Graveyard | 8:45 Pm

It had been a very long time since he last stepped foot inside this place, the very last time he had been here. Tatsumi Port Island, the place where he used to love when he was a child. This was also the place where his life would change forever with the realization of The Dark Hour and the awakening of his Persona as well as the Wild Card within him. Just walking through and passing by every single place he used to hang out was pure nostalgia, he didn’t know when he’d get a chance to come back here with his very busy career as a Paranormal he Investigator.

The fool had to admit, he felt bad that he didn’t have as much time as he used to in coming here, but not a single day would go by where his parents weren’t in his thoughts, they were always on his mind, he missed them so dearly, even now. After passing through the gate of the graveyard, he would pull out several flower arrangements and brought gifts of offering too. He knew it was Fathers Day, but he wanted to visit his mother too. After walking by several other gravestones, his eyes would come across them. The two gravestones he was very familiar with.

Yukina Arisato Beloved Mother and Wife

May 5th 1969 - January 10th 1999

Ryu Arisato Beloved Father and Husband

March 17th 1967 - January 10th 1999

Their gravestones were still in excellent condition thanks to Mitsuru always going out of her way and using her many connections she had to make sure that the gravestones of his beloved parents were always in tip top condition, he truly appreciated her for that.

He always felt a sense of sadness whenever he would read their death date, every time he would think about it, he would get horrifying flashbacks of that night, seeing the lifeless bodies of his parents, bloodied and bleeding, but most of all, remembering his parents last words to him.

Once at their graves, he would sit down on his knees and put everything he had brought beside him immediately lighting two incenses out of respect for the both of them. As soon as the the smoke began to rise, he would soften his gaze as he braced himself to speak, it was always so hard to talk to them like this, even today, he could feel his heart feel heavy, but there was always a sense of warmth as he could feel their presence, especially since he developed this link to the afterlife due to his profession.

[{🦋}] - “Mom, Dad..I know it’s been a while, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to visit as much. Things have been getting pretty busy lately.” A small pause.

[{🦋}] - “I have...so much to tell you both. Remember last time I came and I told you guys about the Paranormal Investigation agency I made? Well, we got our own show. In fact, we’re already in our second season. It’s still so hard to believe..” A smile as he turned to his father grave.

[{🦋}] - “Remember how you said I should learn to open my mind to more things? Well, I’ve done exactly as you told me dad, I’ve made so many great and amazing friends, and it was all because I remembered what you told me, ‘don’t be afraid to show your true colors my boy, because your colors are truly unique’ “

He recited the words. A small chuckle as he reflected back on the memories of how his father would always pat him on the head and tell him how proud he was, even if it was just his finger paintings he painted inside Kindergarten class, he would always hang up his art he made for him at his desk at work. He would reach to grab some takoyaki, his father always loved these, he would often snack on these at work.

[{🦋}] - “I know how much you like Takoyaki Dad, well, this one is fresh just like always.” A smile as he placed the takoyaki inside the offertory box at his fathers grave.

[{🦋}] - “Oh! I also got your favorite brand of Sake, you always did like having a beer ot two on weekends.” He would place the bottle inside the offertory box and rest his hand gently on his father's grave.

[{🦋}] - “I love you father, Happy Fathers Day..” A small weak smile, he was slowly starting to feel his strong demeanor loosen up a bit the longer he stayed here, but he wasn’t going to leave, he had to face the emotions here. He came to pay a visit not lose it right in front of them. He would take a few moments to regather himself, an exhale as he felt okay enough to continue and turn to his mothers grave.

[{🦋}] - “Hey mom, I’m really sorry I couldn’t come visit you on Mothers Day, my train ended up being delayed and by the time I made it, visiting hours were over. But, I’m here now.” A small smile as he took a deep breath trying gather up all the strength he could.

[{🦋}] - “I uh...remember when you said that one day I would find someone special to me? Well, it’s finally happened. Her name is Fuuka Yamagishi and she’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me..I wish you could meet her..I know you’d like her a lot.” He chuckled a little, a little embarrassed as he could feel the warmth of both his mother and father now with him as the incense continued to burn stronger.

A moment of silence, he wished they were here, physically. Every time he was here he felt the need to hug them both again, but this was the best he could get, but he knew they were there, he could feel them, there was no mistaking this feeling, he felt his mother’s love and warmth and his father’s cool and collected personality, one that Minato proudly inherited from the man before him, while he had his mothers overwhelming kindness. He placed the flower arrangement in his mother’s offertory box.

[{🦋}] - “I uh, I also got you your favorite, Chocolate-Covered Dumplings, they aren’t as amazing as the ones you would always make, but I hope you can enjoy it mom.” A weak smile as he would gently caress her gravestone.

God he missed them so much. As their presence around him would grow stronger, he found that he couldn’t take it anymore, this had been the first visit in a long little while, so the feeling of their energy was so overwhelming that he just couldn’t stay strong anymore.

It was like he could feel them both manifesting a hug around him as he could feel his whole body become warm and the feeling of overwhelming love would fill the air, a feeling of love he truly, d e a r l y missed. Tears would stream down his face as he could feel their energy start to wrap around him. Minato would hug himself as the tears continued to fall, dammit, he tried his best to stay strong, but he just couldn’t. It was the feeling of their love that got him.

[{🦋}] - “Mother, Father...I-I miss you both so much!” He would say between sobs.

[{🦋}] - “So much in my life has happened, so much and I wish I could tell you every single thing but...it’s just so hard!”

As he would continue to sob and morn. the wind would suddenly pick up and several blue flower petals would circle around him catching him by surprise. Inside the sound of the blowing wind, he could hear two voices speak to him. The familiar sweet soft voice of his mother.

“My precious Mini, you’ve grown so much. Such a strong, handsome young man now. I’m very proud of you my little Mini” He would smile and laugh a bit through his tears at the nickname she’d always call him.

[{🦋}] - “M-mom!” He would struggle to choke back more tears as the breeze shifted to the other side of him, the voice of a cool collected and relaxed man, the voice of his father.

“You’ve come so far in this world, gone through so much and here you are still standing with all you’re colors so brightly glowing You’ve done very well Min, I’m proud of you.”

[{🦋}] - “F-Father!” Minato was a watery eyed mess, he was not expecting any of this, but my god he was so grateful to hear them again.

“Take good care of that sweet young girl Mini-Min, cherish her. And remember that your father and I are so proud to have had you.” He could hear tears in his mother’s last sentence.

[{🦋}] - “I..I will”

“We love you so much Min-Min, keep on making us proud.” Said the both of his parents, before the incense finally burned out and he could feel their energy slowly start to fade before disappearing into the now calming wind.

He stood there in silence for a long time, wiping his tears before finally looking up at the beautiful night sky, he would rest and hand over his heart as he peered upwards.

[{🦋}] - “I will...I promise..I love you both..keep watching over me..” He said softly with a sniffle.

#Fathers Day/Mothers Day #I'm not gonna lie #I cried my eyes out when it got emotional #This REALLY hurt to type #Please enjoy #But a warning its VERY feelsy #My eyes are still watering tbh #V; The Fools New Beginning(Main/Post P4AU)#Drabbles #Drabble #Long Post #Also side note #I put 2015 bc Post-Ultimax would be in 2015

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cherrybracelets · 5 years ago

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party monster [b. hargrove x reader x s. harrington]

song inspo | billy playlist | steve playlist | masterlist

word count: 2.2k / warnings: ALL SMUT!!!!! 18+ only please!!!! oral (m & f receiving), alcohol mention

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There was no better feeling to you than the burn of tequila flowing down your throat after a long week. Getting hammered at the night club downtown was your way of ‘letting off steam’. Plus, being young and single was supposed to be fun- and you were planning to make the most of it.

So, tonight was another one of your many Friday nights with your friends dancing, drinking, and living your life to the fullest. You had already poured three shots down your throat, and were working on your second mojito. Things were just started to get giggly enough where you were feeling comfortable. And comfortable for you meant heading straight to the dance floor.

The club was packed, you were weaving in and out of people, finding your spot. The song was one of your favorites, the liquor was coursing through your blood, and you were craving something dangerous- something bold. And that’s when your eyes met his- almost like fate. His brown curly hair was falling slightly in front of his face as he chugged a beer, surrounded by men and women admiring him.

You knew you wanted him from the first moment he met yours eyes, licking his lips slightly, inviting you to come to him. You walked swiftly through the crowd, your eyes locked on him, not wanting to lose him in the chaos. You finally made your way to him, and you were standing only inches away. He lit a cigarette, offering you one without a word.

“What’s someone like you doing at a place like this? Seems like you’re looking for trouble,” he said, smirking at you as he blew clouds of smoke into the surrounding air.

“Can I find trouble here, with you? Or should I look elsewhere?” You winked at him, biting down on your lip as your eyes trailed his body, focusing on every detail you could make out.

“Billy- we’ve got shots!” A man yelled, carrying over a handful of glasses to the two of you. Billy turned to the guy, a slight smile growing across his chiseled face.

“Steve, this is my friend... uh...” Billy turned to you, eyebrows furrowed.

“(Y/N),” you cooed, sticking your hand out towards Steve. He was just as handsome as Billy, but in a different, softer sort of way. He grabbed your hand, his slender fingers tickling you as they touched your palm. You kept watching his lips, soft and pillowy, grasping the edge of the shot glass and downing the liquor.

“(Y/N) was just telling me that’s she’s looking to have a little fun tonight,” Billy said to Steve, taking a shot out of his hand and downing it himself. Steve started grinning, and turned towards you, eyes locked on your body.

“How much fun?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Anything that involves you two, I’m game.” You pursed your lips at them, before smiling brightly. “I’m gonna walk outside, and if you two feel like meeting me out there and taking me home, you’re more than welcome too.” You turned around before getting a response and started walking towards the exit, hoping at least one of them was following you.

And they were, trying to keep up with you in the crowd. See, they had both wanted this- badly. They had this sort of... bet... the other one claiming they could make a girl cum more times in a row than the other. And so the only way for them to figure this out would be to see it firsthand. Hence came their threesome idea. You had no idea the kind of pleasure you were about to experience.

You walked out the doors of the club, the cool of fresh air hitting your face. You turned around quickly, and saw the two boys right behind you, looking like baby ducks following their mom. The alcohol was keeping your body warm against the cold, and a different kind of warmth was spreading inside of you.

“My apartment is actually right up the street, we could walk,” you said, pointing to your building up the street. The boys nodded and followed you as you walked home. The walk was quiet, all three of you trying to get to a private space extremely quickly.

You got to your building, fumbling with the keys to open up the main door. Steve put a hand on yours, calming you down for a moment.

“Are you okay?” He asked, laughing a bit under his breath.

“Yes... just... never done this before.” You eyed the two of them, assuming this was a regular gig for the duo.

“Neither babe we, honest. We don’t have too, if you don’t want,” Billy said, placing a hand on the small of your bag and sending shivers throughout your body.

“I want too, absolutely,” you assured them, realizing if this was also their first time, there was no need to worry about how good you would be at this. In all honesty, this has kind of been a sex bucket list thing for you. You had been studying up on moves so that whenever you the opportunity presented itself, you’d be ready.

You finally got the front door open and walked through into your building, Billy and Steve following close behind. You walked up the short flight of stairs to your apartment, and unlocked the door. As soon as you were inside, you turned around to face the boys. Billy was closing and locking the door, and that gave time for Steve to come over to you, picking you up, you wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Oh!” You shrieked, surprised by his sudden hunger and need for you. He didn’t respond, just started kissing you, his lips sloppily taking control of yours.

“Bedroom?” He asked, between kisses. You motioned down the hall, and Steve carried you there, his lips staying locked on yours. Billy followed quickly, already tearing his shirt off as the three of you headed into oblivion.

Once you got in the bedroom, Steve tossed you lightly on the bed. He pulled off your skirt, revealing a lacy black thong you had chosen earlier today, hoping someone would see it.

Steve started kissing up and down your thighs, biting slightly and your skin, making you giggle. Billy came up by your face, sitting on the bed next to you. He took your face in his hands, bringing your chin up so your lips could reach his. He kissed you slowly, his lips taking the lead, tongue just slightly exploring you. He wanted to you to really feel this kiss, to build up a deep craving for him inside of you.

Steve took off your panties, and started lightly licking your clit. You bucked your hips towards him, moaning through kisses with Billy. Steve knew you wanted more, and slipped a finger inside of you, picking up the pace of his licking.

Billy broke the kisses and leaned away from you, unbuckling his belt. Moans were escaping your lips as Steve was ravishing you, slipping another finger in. You felt close, reaching your hand down to Steve’s hair and running your fingers through it, tugging a bit with each lick.

Billy pulled himself out of his boxers, his large dick inches from your face. You looked at him, meeting his gaze as he kneeled above you. He nodded at you, pumping himself slowly, and you knew what he wanted. You licked your lips, kissing the tip of him slightly, making him groan with anticipation.

Before you could take him in your mouth, you felt a warmth growing through you. You looked down at Steve, told him to keep going, and threw your head back in pleasure. You had your climax quickly and intensely, needing a few seconds to catch your breath. Steve looked up at Billy, smiling, and mouthed held up his index finger, mouthing ‘One!’

Billy rolled his eyes, and shoved his cock down your throat. He was holding your head and pumping himself, his tip hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. You felt yourself gag on him, and that only turned him on more.

“Can’t handle my big fucking cock, can you baby?” He smiled, letting go of his head and letting you take charge.

On your lower half, Steve was putting on a condom and lining himself up at your entrance. He slipped himself in slowly, letting you warm up to him. He eventually had all his length in you, and started grinding into you quickly. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, trying to feel every inch of him inside you.

You were working Billy with your mouth, teasing his tip and getting him frustrated. You looked up at him, his eyes closed and head thrown back, swearing under his breath. You got the entirety of him in your mouth, letting his tip hit the back of your throat again. You gagged, and he let out a loud moan.

Steve was thrusting in and out you rhythmically, doing his best to make you feel each pump. His hands were locked on your hips, pulling you closer to him. He brought one of his hands to your clit, slightly rubbing you. You felt yourself get close to the edge, quickly, moaning onto Billy’s cock as Steve brought you to your second orgasm of the night.

Steve stopped pumping, slowing down and stopping for a second. He turned towards Billy, smiling.

“Already at two, bud. You better catch up,” he laughed. Billy pulled out of your mouth, and you pouted as you watched the two men, no longer pleasuring you.

“Fuck this. Switch with me, I’ll show you all how a real man does it.” Billy moved away from your face and switched positions with Steve. Steve leaned down to kiss you, taking his condom off while his tongue was everywhere in your mouth. You tasted yourself on him, and bit down on his lip slightly, making him moan.

Billy had made his way to your center, kissing you slightly before devouring every inch of you. He was different than Steve, his pattern was sloppier and explored more. He used his lips a lot, even biting down on you. You yelped as he did, never experiencing that before, but really enjoying it. Billy looked pleased with himself, and started fingering you as he made love to your clit with his tongue.

Steve had brought his dick to your lips, rubbing his tip on your tongue. He rolled his hips in pleasure, and you took him in your hands, pumping slowly. You took just the tip of him in your mouth, playing with him with your tongue. You finally slid him in, slowly moving up and down his shaft, making him beg for you.

Billy was pumping his fingers in you faster, his tongue moving at speeds you had never felt before. You were going to cum, again, and you let go of Steve so you could scream out to the ceiling as Billy rode you through your climax. You were tired, at this point, but knew you needed to finish off what you had started. You turned towards Billy, and nodded at him, letting him know it was time. He put on a condom, quickly, and started teasing your center with his tip.

You put Steve back in your mouth and started sucking, quickly. You knew both of these boys were close to where they needed to be, and you were determined to get them there. You were tugging lightly on Steve’s balls, feeling his body shaking as you played with him. Billy was pumping quickly now, his fingers also massaging your clit as he was determined to tie with Steve.

You felt yourself close to another orgasm, just as you realized the boys were close, too. You started sucking quicker, pumping the base of Steve’s dick quickly. You felt him move inside your mouth, and he came slowly, riding out his high as you finished him up. You swallowed him, turning your face back to Billy as he was about to give you your fourth orgasm.

You moved into him, sitting up almost straight as you came. You wrapped your hands around his neck, your foreheads pressing against each other as he pounded in and out of you quickly. He was getting sloppier, and you noticed him losing his grip on your hips.

“FUCK!” He muttered out, cumming inside of you. He pulled out of you a few moments later, slowly tearing the condom off and laying on the bed to your left. Steve was to your right, still catching his breath.

“You guys tied, by the way. Sorry about that,” you giggled, leaning your head on Steve’s shoulder and taking Billy’s hand in yours.

“Speed tie-breaker round?” Steve suggested, laughing.

“Thirty-minute break first, sound good? Babe, I’m gonna go get us some water, I’ll be back.” He kissed your cheek and stood up, putting on his boxers. “Just so you both know, this isn’t over. We will crown a winner, I don’t care if we’re fucking all night.” Billy winked and walked out, to the kitchen. You laid back on the bed, excited to see what these boys would do next.

#stranger things fanfic #stranger things 3 #stranger things #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #fanfic #smut #x reader

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forbetterorworsefinalspace · 5 years ago

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Cut Snake

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Final Space

Part: 6

Link- 🌌

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Sheryl tries to teach Gary some life skills, well, life skills to her and it ends up biting her.

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“What is it?”

Gary’s tone was skeptical, and Sheryl supposed that was fair. After all she had just given him a wadded, brown, paper sac , budging with content. The offering was unsightly and a little ominous looking. It also didn’t likely help that she had stuffed it into his hands as soon as she got home.

Since he was kidnapped, Sheryl just let Gary stay at the camper whenever she went into the city. She was mostly looking for her own leads as Scheer did his, while also getting supplies and hunting down mercenary jobs. She had a few here and there, getting some extra money for food and ammo.

As for what the jobs were for, well, a merc doesn't kill and tell.

That money had also paid for the package in Gary’s hands.

Sheryl slumped into the folding chair by the outside cooking fire, gesturing to him as she started to smoke. “Open it and find out.”

Gary eyed her, but started to rip into the bag. He moved slowly, trying to not jostle whatever was inside, or tempt it to bite him. Sheryl just sighed out a cloud of some as he snailed onward, until her could get a good peek inside.

Gary’s jaw dropped.

“You like?” She asked, cocking her head.

Gary reached in, pulling out the laser blaster inside. “I-is this a gun?”

“Yup.”

“Your giving me a gun?!”

“Yuuup.”

“A REAL gun?!”

“Yuuuuuuuuup.” Sheryl leaned back in her chair, popping the p syllable when she spoke.

Gary stared at the blue laser gun, back to her, then the gun and back to her again in disbelief.

“What?” Sheryl asked, brow lowering.

“T-this is…” Gary blinked. “Y-you never gave me anything before…”

Sheryl looked off in the distance. “Well, first time for everything.”

“Why did you get me this?” Gary asked, raising the object in question and holding it by the barrel.

“I got it because if something finds camp while I’m in the city, your buggered.” She snorted, flicking away her finished ciggy. “Which means our things are buggered to.” She stood and walked over, pulling the gun from his hands. “And don’t hold it like that! It will throw off the sights and its bloody hot when you fire it.”

“Oh…” Gary said, staring at the gun intently.

“Now here, look and listen to me, I’m gonna show you some of the parts of your gun.” She held it out so he could see. “Heres the trigger, trigger guard so it doesn't fire if it's knocked, this is the barrel, this is the battery port, and this is the most important part. The safety.” She made a show of turning the safety on and off a number of times. “See this? On. Off. On. Off. When your not using your gun, Safety is on- LET ME REPEAT-” She spoke louder and made Gary look her in the eyes. “When YOUR not using YOUR gun, the Safety is ON. Do- you- under-stand?” She poked him a few times in the chest for emphasis.

“Yes.”

“Then say it back to me.”

“When your not using your gun, the safety is on.”

“AGAIN.”

“When your not using your gun, the safety is on.” Gary repeated, eyes wide.

“Show me how.” Sheryl ordered and handed it back. She watched the boy clumsy shift the safety on and off a few times, though it got smoother the more he did it. “Good. Give.”

Once she got the gun back she knelt and lined it up with her eye, closing her other one. “See this tab on the top? It's called the sight. It helps you line up the end of the barrel with your target. Keep yah arm steady and pull the trigger to fire.” She pulled a square battery from the paper bag, showing Gary how to unlatch the back of the gun. “This is how you load it. Each battery has 100 shots.”

She made a show of putting the safety back on, then handed it to him. When he took it, she noted in the back of her mind that his hands were a bit… small for it…

She shook the thoughts away. “See that tree there? Try shooting it.” She pointed to one in the middle of the swamp nearby. Dead and withered. Gary stepped up, latched the safety off and lined it up with his sights. His tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth.

PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!

The local bird population, or well… the planet’s equivalent to them, flew off in the sky in a flurry of angry noises. However, the tree was untouched, Gary missing it by a few feet. The boy slumped and Sheryl rolled her eyes.

“Well. Its fires…” She grunt. “So it should at least keep anything away until I get back. I mean it won’t kill them, but it will make a decent hole in flesh. I’ll teach you how to clean it later, that's gonna be your responsibility. Keep it clean and it’ll keep you safe.” She said. “As fer ammo, that's your responsibility to. I buy my own, you buy your own.”

“What? I don’t have any money!” Gary said, looking back at her.

“You'll get money for doing work around here.” Sheryl tisked. “Every job you do, you get some money but ONLY if you do it right, and do it well.” She frowned. “And that you can prove you did it.” She pointed at the gun. “That should hold you while you practice. There's two more batteries in the bag.”

Gary stared at her. “So this is to keep me safe?”

“Yup.”

“And… teach me money management?”

“Amongst other things I guess…” Sheryl frowned. “ Frankly I need something to protect our stuff, and I can’t be arsed to do upkeep on a gun I don’t use. I learned this stuff around your age.” She grunted and shrugged as Gary walked over to her.

She didn’t really know why the idea of Gary being left at camp unarmed bothered her. She knew how to use a gun as a child, but she never owned one. She mostly used knives, or made due with them. Gary should have been able to as well. Yet when she saw the gun for sale she couldn’t stop herself from getting it for him.

Better than nothing.

Sheryl stiffened when Gary threw his arms around her waist, pressing his face into her stomach. “This is great! Thanks mom!”

“Ugh…” Sheryl stared down at him before awkwardly putting a hand on his back. “Y-your welcome?” She patted him.

She wasn’t really hugged often. Hell she had hardly gotten a handshake since John left her. She was tense for the first few seconds, but managed to relax slightly.

Ok, not so bad, but it was still weird…

Hmmm-

PLOW!

“AH FUCKIN’ HELL!!! ”

Gary screamed and Sheryl shoved him away, gripping her thigh where the gun had hit. Blood seeped from between her fingers and she doubled over, gritting her teeth. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

She pulled her hands up to assess the damage. The wound bled but not as much as it could have, likely cauterized slightly. It was the size of a quarter, an inch deep and hurt like a bitch . She groaned in pain, but when she locked her eyes on her son it turned to a deep growl. Gary had landed on his rump, eyes wide and frightened, gun still in his hands.

“Y-you lil bastard!”

Gary flinched. “N- no! No mom! I’m sorry! I’m sorry- I-I-I didn’t mean to-”

“I SAID PUT THE FUCKIN’ SAFTEY ON!!” She shouted. When she tried to straighten up, she almost lost balance and stumbled a bit.

Gary scrambled to safety the gun before he got to his feet and ran to her side. “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! Let me help-”

Sheryl snarled and she grabbed him without looking, tightening her hold to a vice grip. “I swear to god, I’m gonna kill you!!”

“M-mom-”

“If I started building walls today, and didn’t stop for forty years, there still wouldn't be enough to fuckin' put you through-!!

“M-mom!- It hurts-!!”

Sheryl growled and looked at him, she had her hand buried in his hair so tightly her knuckles were white-

She was holding him by the hair…

Sheryl wrenched her hand back, letting go of Gary in the process. She stared at him, still slightly pained, then to her hand, grinding her teeth.

“M-mom-?”

“I can’t-” Sheryl stumbled back into the folding chair, gripping her injury. “I can’t fuckin look at you right now..” Her voice was cold and furious. “Just get the first aid kit from under my bed.”

Gary ran into the camper and came back with it in record time. When he gave it to her Sheryl still couldn’t stand to look at him. Instead she focused on her injury.

She drowned it in rubbing alcohol, biting down on her hand to help numb the pain and dull her noise. Then she pulled out a needle and thread, painstakingly closing the injury with shaking hands. After that she put on gauze and rolled on bandages, strapping it shut.

Once done she pulled her pants back up where she had tugged it partly down and slumped in the chair, grimacing in pain and staring up at the sky as the sun set. She knew Gary was still sitting nearby, she could hear him. She didn’t want to speak to him, see him, or even think about him right now…

So she reached over and forcefully turned on the radio they found in the camper, one with a plug so you could play songs from any device. It was still tuned to Gary’s phone, full of music he and John used to listen to.

Thankfully it wasn’t Loggins again, but a Prince song.

As she shakily started to light another smoke, Gary curled up into a ball, eyes looking to the ground but not really seeing. Over the red tinted twilight of the swamp, the music played on, echoing and slightly eerie for its content.

♪♫- He told me several times that he didn't like my kind

'Cause I was a bit too leisurely - ♪♫

♪♫- Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing

But different than the day before

That's when I saw her, Ooh, I saw her

She walked in through the out door, out door- ♪♫

♪♫- She wore a raspberry beret!- ♪♫

This Was A MISTAKE.

#Fanfiction #sheryl goodspeed #gary goodspeed #good parenting #kinda?#abuse #Past abuse #Hurt no comfort #injury

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baekthecorgi · 6 years ago

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thank you for the music (haechan) genre: fluff, high school au, theatre kid au words: 2.8k w. summary: in which ABBA described how you fell in love with theatre kid, donghyuck.

it wasn’t like you couldn’t sing. you weren’t just really interested in theatre. you were more of a bookworm, film enthusiast gal–not someone who acts and sings and oh my god did renjun just say DANCE

renjun is this year’s production stage manager for the musical. he has a knack for plays and musicals so it was understandable why he’s in such a position.

renjun’s also the devil’s incarnate. you’ve always known that but renjun went full-on apocalyptic evil when he tattled about the upcoming musical to your mom. unfortunately, she was a musical geek AND an ABBA fan herself.

it was like hitting two birds with one stone. this was definitely a dream come true for your mother.

“auntie, i think it’d be a GREAT idea if you let my gorgeous best friend audition for sophie”

renjun complimenting you meant trouble.

“sophie? as in mamma mia’s sophie?!” renjun nods and your mom shrieks right behind your ear.

judging from her tone of voice, she’s set on bribing the principal to let you play the part. even if she has to pay a thousand bucks and mortgage the house.

“you bastard!”

“i am, in fact, a legal child. you can’t use that word on me”

“stop being a sarcastic bitch”

“that’s you, sis”

“RENJUN”

that night, your mom was on her knees, begging you to audition for the role. suddenly, she brings up her birthday next week. she says she’ll cut you some slack finding a gift if you would at least try to audition for sophie. she’ll consider it as a birthday gift. begrudgingly, you agree cause she’s your mom and you love your mom to the moon and back.

naturally, everyone was shocked when they saw the only girl in class who wasn’t stoked for the musical, show up on the audition day.

the audition was a breeze–easily passing the acting and singing category

(thank god for vocal classes every summer since third grade)

“so who’s my leading man?” you ask renjun while he skims through the script at lunch

he corrects, “men”

you almost choke on your milk, “men?!”

“oh wait, my bad” renjun corrects, “that was for donna sheridan”

“lee donghyuck,” he blurts out and this time, you really choke on your milk

donghyuck was the class clown and evidently, the most annoying student to ever pester you in class. not only is he the irritating kid behind your desk, donghyuck was also your only competitor for rank one.

you’ve actually grown up with donghyuck but never got the chance to sit down and become friends with the boy. it’s cause his obnoxious, ego-centric personality hindered it. like that time in third grade, he talks to you about nonsense all the time so you always wrote his name in the NOISY LIST on the board.

let’s just say, this silent feud was going on your entire youth

“save your dramatic ass for the musical. you’re gonna be his fiancée after all,” your best friend teases

the head teacher aka the musical director, introduces the students to the stage crew as well as the fellow actors so all of you could be familiar with each other.

jung jaehyun was sam carmichael, johnny seo was bill andersson, and moon taeil was harry bright

when the director calls out donghyuck’s name and character, he says a few lines of introduction before sending you a sly wink. the bitch KNEW.

have you mentioned how flirty donghyuck was with everyone ???

during rehearsals, you can testify to donghyuck being professional, leaving his class clown demeanor behind. he was surprisingly good at acting.

deep inside, you were quite convinced yourself that you’re really his fiancée. as sophie you mean, not as donghyuck’s (yeah sure)

HIS VOCALS THOUGH

it’s as if honey was seeping right through the pores of your skin. his voice was like stirring creamer into the coffee. satisfying. you were running out of words to describe the boy’s vocals because your mind was always in a haze whenever donghyuck opens his mouth to sing.

you kept your compliments to yourself. it would be your ego’s downfall if you ever voiced it out loud and you weren’t ready for donghyuck to tease you endlessly about it.

it made you dislike him more

as the opening night was nearing, the cast and crew were becoming closer, especially the main characters. your social circle was expanding thanks to the opportunity (ehem, renjun). you got to meet renjun’s other friends–jeno, mark, jaemin, and the ever so cute babies, chenle and jisung. some were part of the stage crew, some minor roles.

you still didn’t talk to donghyuck, though. even if he was a part of renjun’s group. something within you simply refused to make ends meet with the kid and you trust your instinct.

the disconnection between the two of you affected the musical itself

when the director commands donghyuck to wrap his arms lovingly around your torso (cause that’s what couples do!!), you two look like two poles bumping into each other. the rest of the dreamies just sigh heavily.

one time, chenle cringed too hard his limbs were almost paralyzed

so Renjun and Friends™ conjured a plan called, “#MakeSophieAndSkyLikeEachOther” aka “#SaveMammaMia2k18”

that was why you found yourself stuck inside the costume closet. your eyes widen when the door opens and a bewildered donghyuck is pushed inside as well. you hear the lock click loudly.

oooooffff awkwaard

donghyuck initiates, reaching his hand to you, “lee donghyuck but you can call me hyuck, sweetheart”

“can you–i dunno–be normal for once, donghyuck?” you huff, crossing your arms

“okay, sweetheart”

“that’s so cheesy”

“you like it”

“SHUT UP HYUCK”

“oh shit, i think i like hyuck more than sweetheart. it’s settled then,” donghyuck says before he bursts out laughing at your flustered face. donghyuck had no idea whether your red, tomato-ish face was of anger or annoyance. maybe a bit of both but he didn’t want to spoil this chance to get closer to you so he pokes the hell out of you.

“hyuck, cut it!!!” you swat his index finger and stare angrily at the boy

but the cute bitch just ??? puffs out his cheeks like a kindergartner ??? and your lips stretch into a wide smile cause he was so damn cute you couldn’t help it ok !!!!

then hyuck

breaks into a smile too

reference: the gif

it was so genuine you wanted to c o m b u s t

you two smiling like fools was the icebreaker

since then, you got even closer to hyuck. the dreamies high-fived each other when they finally feel the chemistry between you and hyuck the following rehearsal. in fact, you two were soooo close it was beginning to show in your acting

or was it even acting anymore

he helps you rehearse your lines and your scenes with him!!! like the boy was really a sweetheart

(though sometimes he still calls you that. you fake complain when he teases you so he’ll console you later, to be honest.)

donghyuck assists you with the melody whenever you were flat or sharp. the kid is a musical genius, what can i say?

oh and he claps his hands 1-2-3-4 to the tempo when you miss a beat.he was such a great help with I Have A Dream and Thank You For The Music that when you finished singing your solos, donghyuck was left in a dream-like trance. you had to lightly slap his face to make him snap out of it.

you must be a mermaid to enchant such a handsome young man.

“look,” chenle lowkey points at you and donghyuck at the corner, “it seems like sky’s whipped for sophie”

“now that plan #MakeSophieAndSkyLikeEachOther is done, we’ll proceed to the next one,” renjun rubs his hands together like a fly, lifting a brow at the guys

mark asks, curious, “wait, how sure are you that she likes hyuck?”

“have you seen the girl smile THAT wide?!” renjun rolls his eyes

mark counts. each finger for each time he saw you smile in class. “four times” “exactly,” and mark forms an ‘o’ with his lips

renjun continues, “and with hyuck?”

mark looks over to your direction and starts to count again. “twelve times?!?!! under a minute?? how??”

“she likes donghyuck, dumb ass,” jeno states, matter-of-factly

We Love Intellectual Friends

this time around, jisung formulates plan “#MakeSophieAndSkyConfess”

renjun keeps donghyuck busy during take five’s so jaemin will have the chance to openly flirt with you. he’s the best flirt in the group.

it was like playing fire with fire

but renjun doesn’t keep donghyuck busy enough for him to take notice of jaemin’s advances on you. the dreamies did the same routine for three consecutive days, donghyuck begins to evidently curl his fists whenever jaemin talks to you.

one time, donghyuck warns you, “don’t talk too much with jaemin. he flirts with everyone.”

“oh so he’s like you,” you snap back and donghyuck was taken aback, clearly offended by your words.

“you’re so pathetic,” he breathes

you were appalled and the irritation washed over you for the first time since the closet incident. like who was donghyuck to tell you what to do and what not to do ???

and the dreamies, eavesdropping, was 200% panicking cause it wasn’t supposed to go that way!!!!

mark hits jisung on the arm and mutters an “i told you this wasn’t a good idea”

renjun was supposed to walk over and help patch things up but the director called for Act 3, Scene 2: Lay All Your Love On Me

the dreamies were SHAKING. the scene was sky and sophie literally fighting with their hidden emotions. it was too similar with you and donghyuck’s petty fight.

donghyuck sings the first verse:

I wasn’t jealous before we met Now every man I see is a potential threat And I’m possessive, it isn’t nice You’ve heard me saying that smoking was my only vice But now it isn’t true Now everything is new And all I’ve learned has overturned I beg of you

you proceed with the second verse:

It was like shooting a sitting duck A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck I still don’t know what you’ve done with me A grown-up woman should never fall so easily I feel a kind of fear When I don’t have you near Unsatisfied, I skip my pride I beg you dear

then the both of you begin to sing the chorus:

Don’t go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don’t go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me

as the song fades to an end, you and donghyuck stand opposite each other under the spotlight. you were staring at him and he was doing the same. the song holds as some form of enlightenment of your feelings for each other. this was so awkward realizing your feelings for donghyuck onstage like how cliche is that ???????

you literally hear your heart break into a million tiny pieces when donghyuck nonchalantly walks offstage. it’s part of the script but somehow, his moves were too true to be plain acting.

“uh oh,” chenle massages his temples, “we have to fix this, guys”

“no shit. tomorrow’s opening night,” jisung retorts. he winces when chenle slaps his arm for disrespecting him.

“don’t worry, i have a plan,” renjun announces, crossing his arms

“oh no not again,” mark interjects

it was opening night and you were hella nervous you feel like projectile vomiting any minute. the crowd was building up as each minute passes. you peep through the curtains and see your mom at the very center of the first row.

we love a supportive stage mom

renjun rubs the small of your back. “you’ll do spectacular tonight. i know it. break a leg!” he pumps his fist before returning to his duties.

small as he is, renjun was shouting at the top of his lungs and commanding the stage crew to bust their asses.

you did breathing exercises cause your heart was pumping wildly. suddenly, you feel someone tap your shoulder. you turn around to see donghyuck in his stage costume–a loose blue shirt, tucked in, and black skinny jeans. as always, he took your breath away.

“hi,” his voice was small and soft, “i’m sorry. for yesterday. i didn’t mean it. if anything, i’m the pathetic one.”

“you are,” you say and donghyuck lets out an almost inaudible laugh. “i’m sorry too, hyuck. i was rude, and you’re right, i am pathetic.”

“you aren’t okay? the truth is, i li–”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN YOUR WORK CLOTHES?! WHY AREN’T YOU IN YOUR COSTUME JESUS CHRIST YOU STILL DON’T HAVE MAKEUP?!?!!!!”

renjun was blowing everyone’s ears off

“i’ll do her makeup, geez,” donghyuck grabs your wrist and stomps off to the makeup room.

“DON’T GIVE ME THAT SASSY ATTITUDE LEE DONGHYUCK YOU’RE GONNA GET THESE HANDS”

renjun pls chill

hyuck is such a pro at makeup. like you didn’t even know the step-by-step process but he’s basically nailing your makeup. being a part of the theatre club has its perks.

hyuck was doing your eye makeup and he realizes that he’s super close to your lips, he has to resist the urge to place his on top of yours. he was supposed to do a light makeup on you but since this is theatre, hyuck had to put layers of everything. before he actually does anything he’ll regret, donghyuck sends you off to change into your costume.

a little later, the musical starts. you swear you see your mom sobbing in the front row as soon as the curtains were drawn. the scenes were perfect, as well as your acting. donghyuck’s superb vocals blew the socks off of everyone.

the scenes where you and donghyuck acts as a couple seemed so natural as if you two were really one in real life

you could only wish

donghyuck gazes at your eyes like they contain all the stars in the sky that you had to force yourself to break his gaze so you can continue with yourlines

Act 4, Scene 10: Super Trouper. Wedding Scene. (Last Scene)

hyuck swears on his life that he doesn’t have asthma or any kind of respiratory problem but you rendered the boy breathless as you walked down on one of the theater aisles in a wedding dress

like this may seem farfetched thought but this was what donghyuck imagined on his wedding

back then, his bride-to-be was always a question mark but now, as donghyuck looks at you walking towards him, he might just have an idea

the scene continues on. it was revealed to the audience that sky and sophie called off the wedding, only to be replaced by donna and sam.

the finale song starts to play. donghyuck notices glitter (???) on a banner with huge bold letters: “CONFESS NOW, IDIOT” held up by renjun, jaemin, and jeno. plus the rest of the gang shouting words of encouragement that were drowned by the music.

donghyuck, albeit startled, twirls you around like planned. he gets a dose of courage when you sang your lines:

Tonight the super trouper beams are gonna blind me But I won’t feel blue Like I always do ‘Cause somewhere in the crowd there’s you

when he catches you in his arms, your eyes turn into crescent moons enough to make donghyuck’s heartbeat ring in his ears

“i like you,“ donghyuck mouths

you were too busy dancing you miss the words he mouthed. you can’t speak back cause the microphone would catch your voice so you mouth back, "you what?”

“i like you”

“wHA–"

you were cut off by hyuck’s lips pressing onto yours

somewhere in the background, the dreamies were jumping up and down, cheering, "GO GET IT”

the way donghyuck smiles into the kiss like a giddy child receiving ice cream. the way your lips fit like two puzzle pieces together. the way you slowly snake your arms around donghyuck’s neck and softly grabbing a fistful of his dark brown locks. the way hyuck held the small of your back with care as if you were some fragile being. it wasn’t fervent or needy. it was only filled with much love and adoration.

donghyuck places his microphone far away from his lips and say, “i said i like you”

“that’s not part of the script”

hyuck didn’t miss the reddish pink color tinting your cheeks

“it was an impromptu”

“did you think of it beforehand?”

“no, i only felt it”

and with that, you lean in and give donghyuck another well-deserved kiss

after the musical, everyone was like going crazy on taking pictures of you two for being such a cute couple onstage, and now offstage. renjun was highkey bragging about being the best cupid in town to which the dreamies tattled on the whole jaemin flirting with you thing.

the kiss started out as an impromptu. let’s just say, donghyuck included it in the script until the gala night. only on the gala night, he slips a little tongue action.

the dreamies were grossed out but to hell with that

you love donghyuck

and donghyuck loves you

note: stream we go up!!!!! our boys deserve their first and last win as ot7 ;;; i had the urge to combine theatre kid donghyuck x abba cause it’s beyond perfect as a prompt. don’t even deny it. this has been sitting in my drafts for a long time tbvh. i love renjun and his devious plans in this scenario lmao we love supportive friends !!!!!

LET’S TALK ABOUT WE GO UP MV. hyuck in a bandana and mark in a wet black shirt unffff fuck me up markhyucketh!!!!

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William's First Hanukkah

Dear @fistis,

I hope you have a very happy holidays!!! This exchange helped me get over a specific writing fear of mine, so in a way you gave me a gift as well. I hope this season and next year bring you joy and dreams coming true :-)

Best,

@imusuallyobsessed

XXX

Also extra thanks and love to @acheaptrickandacheesyoneline who gave me the idea that led to this fic! And as a disclaimer, I do not celebrate Hanukkah. My knowledge came from the Internet and some Jewish members of the Olicity community who’ve helped me out. If I got anything wrong, please kindly point it out and I will be more than happy to change it! It isn’t ever my intention to offend anyone, and any errors are only from ignorance.

Rated T - light M

William’s First Hanukkah

Felicity’s phone buzzed on the massive island in the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder, only diverting her attention from the stove for a brief second to confirm it was Oliver texting. She’d been expecting him, since sunset was mere minutes away and her boys still weren’t home.

After the… crisis with Earth-X, Felicity and Oliver had come back from Central City and fit their lives together seamlessly. William was extremely receptive to her having married his dad unexpectedly, and Felicity moved in the next weekend.

Sizzling oil brought Felicity back to the present and she had just enough time to save the last two latkes before turning off the flame and picking up her phone.

‘Sorry hon, traffic jam. Accident on Jefferson. Be home ASAP ;-*’

The Green Arrow using emojis still made Felicity’s heart flutter.

She glanced out the window. Sunset was coming soon, but she could wait to light the menorah if she was waiting for members of her family. William had an after-school program for advanced students – the swell of pride she felt for him left no doubt that he was her son, whether or not she called him mom – and Oliver always picked him up after work for some father-son bonding time. They were running late, and Felicity could practically feel Oliver’s stress through the phone. He hated being late or anything running off schedule, but especially today.

This year would be the first year they did Hanukkah together, as a couple. And William wanted to participate. The apartment was decorated in a mix of blue and silver, and red and green. The Christmas tree sat in a corner by the TV, happily draped in rainbow lights and ornaments. Her mezuzah had gone up on one of the pillars that stood at the edge of the kitchen and framed her and Oliver’s bedroom door. The menorah sat opposite it, since the apartment was too high to have it placed in the windows, on a table Oliver had bought specifically to showcase it.

They’d begun decorating on the first of December, and Oliver had presented her with the table. He’d been bashful and unsure, which was absolute kryptonite for Felicity. But of course, he had nothing to worry about. The table was at the perfect height for lighting and was mostly decorative, but along the legs and edges were carvings that told the story of Hanukkah. She’d cried for about half an hour when she opened it, even video chatting her mom so they could marvel over it together.

Once she’d calmed down, the three of them finished making the apartment the perfect Christmas/Hanukkah hybrid. She tried to tell her boys that Hanukkah wasn’t even one of the major Jewish holidays, but they’d looked so distraught at her not being represented equally that she gave in to Oliver’s tendency to overshop for others. The apartment was now an even 50/50 split between the two winter holidays.

She looked back to her phone, a soft smile dominating her face.

‘I hope William is texting or you’re using the voice feature. No texting and driving! Be safe! See you both soon.’

Felicity went back to her Hanukkah feast, laid out on the island. She couldn’t cook anything to save her life, except for latkes, brisket, and sufganiyot. She’d left work early that day – perks of working with one of her best friends and being her own boss – and gotten to work on the time-consuming dinner.

Her phone buzzed again, and Felicity couldn’t suppress another smile when she saw the message.

‘Don’t worry, it’s William. Gotta keep dad on the straight and narrow. He made me add the emoji. We’re a few minutes away!’

Felicity settled against the island with a nice glass of her favorite anytime-wine. (She wasn’t entirely kosher. Sue her). Oliver might insist they bring out the fancy stuff for tonight, but she’d save that for when they were together.

A few minutes later, the last dying rays of the sun were filtering through the apartment windows and her boys hustled through the front door.

“Hi Felicity!” William said, puttering halfway past the island before he froze and looked at the counter. “Did you cook?”

“Hon?” Oliver called from the door, having overheard his son. Worry sharpened his voice. Felicity couldn’t blame him. Her cooking ventures didn’t usually go well.

“Don’t worry, my love!” Felicity went to her husband – she was still giddy she could call him that – and went up on her toes to kiss his lips. He returned the affection – always did – but Felicity saw his worried eyes flicker to the kitchen.

Felicity took his hand and led the way. “No fire alarms, no smoke damage, and all your pans made it out alive. I promise.” When the counter came into view, Felicity swept her non-wine-glass hand out like Vanna White. “On your left, you’ll find the three dishes in all the land I can actually cook.”

William was already poking around, sniffing at the food suspiciously (Felicity couldn’t be offended after the Great Pancake Reckoning), but his eyes began to clear of worry and brighten.

“Are these donuts?” he asked.

“Sufganiyot. But yeah, basically jelly donuts.”

Oliver absently kissed her head, his arm wrapping around her waist. “This looks great, hon. I’m impressed. But shouldn’t we…?”

“Yes, of course! Follow me, boys.”

Felicity went to the menorah and began to assemble the accoutrements. She still had her old menorah from college in a place of honor on the coffee table, but it was encouraged to have the best menorah possible to show deference to God. Donna had applied her tried-and-true Jewish mother guilt to get Felicity to buy a new, gleaming silver one. “The shamash candle is the one in the middle, and we light all the other candles from it. Begin by placing the candles from right to left.” Felicity placed the first candle of Hanukkah in the far-right receptacle. “Each night we add a new candle from right to left, but light them left to right.”

Oliver knew all this already, but he and William watched her with identical expression of rapt concentration. It was times like these when Felicity saw the resemblance between them.

“First we light the shamash candle.” Felicity did so, picking it up in her right hand. “Then before we light the Hanukkah candle, we recite the blessing. Ba-ruch A-tah Ado-nai…”

She’d practiced this with her boys, but made sure to still speak slowly and clearly so they could follow along. They also recited the special blessing for the first night, then Felicity lit the Hanukkah candle and replaced the shamash candle.

Oliver had dimmed the lights on their way over to light the menorah, so the two dancing flames lit their faces in a warm glow.

After a few moments of relishing the lights, William asked, “What now, Felicity?” His voice was low and something like reverent. Felicity felt a swell of happiness and love that he took her traditions so seriously.

Oliver held out his arm and Felicity slotted into her place against his side. Then, she held out her hand to William and pulled him in. He was still very preteen-boy about affection, but in the privacy of their home he was much more open to hugs from his dad and step-mom.

“Now, we admire the lights for a little while, sing songs, and maybe I can tell you two the story of Hanukkah. Then, after half an hour, we eat.”

“We have to wait half an hour?” William asked, and Felicity could see visions of sufganiyot dancing in his head.

“This is Felicity’s show,” Oliver interjected, using his best Dad Voice. It got to Felicity almost as much as his Green Arrow Voice, which had been an unexpected pleasure. “She’s teaching us, and we’re learning. So if she says we have to wait half an hour, we have to wait.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay Dad.”

Felicity looked up at her husband and saw that special type of happiness settle over his face that he got whenever William called him ‘Dad.’ She went up on her toes and he met her halfway, their lips sharing a brief caress before she went flat-footed again and ruffled William’s hair.

“We admire the lights to remember God’s miracle and protection. More than 2000 years ago, the land of Israel was taken over by Antiochus III, the King of Syria…”

Thirty minutes later, after the story was told, Felicity shared some funny Hanukkah memories of her own, and they sang songs, it was finally time to eat.

Her boys told her to go sit and they would set the table. Father and son worked as a team to lay down the plates and cutlery while Oliver carried the heavy platters laden with food. Felicity watched the meal take shape around her, and grinned when Oliver poured her a glass of her favorite middle-expensive Malbec.

Oliver had bought a table when Felicity moved in, since three people couldn’t fit at the breakfast bar. It was a circle and on the smaller side, but Felicity liked being able to see everyone without turning her head too much.

Oliver and William marveled at her cooking, and Felicity let herself have one night to preen over successful food creations. It would likely be the only night of Hanukkah where she cooked, unless they wanted to have the same meal for eight nights. Oliver had been feverishly practicing other dishes, and Felicity was his willing taste tester. They were all delicious, of course.

But tonight was Felicity’s night, and she was going to embrace it.

“You’re moving in on my turf with this, Felicity,” Oliver pretended to complain.

Felicity laughed. “Don’t worry too much, my love.” She took his hand. “Unless both of you want to eat this same meal every night or takeout for the rest of forever, we still hopelessly rely on you.”

That made Oliver and William laugh, but Felicity knew the truth in her husband’s eyes. He liked knowing that his family needed him. Relied on him. Watching his family enjoy something he created with his own hands fulfilled him.

Near the end of dinner, after a few too many sufganiyot, Oliver and William kept exchanging pointed looks.

“Why do I feel like my favorite boys are keeping secrets from me?” Felicity asked, taking a lengthy sip of wine.

They shared another long look, then turned to Felicity with two identical pairs of big, pleading blue eyes. “I know we said no gifts…” Oliver began, and Felicity immediately groaned.

“Oliver, Hanukkah isn’t really a big Jewish holiday! And traditionally there’s no gift giving. And I already got to marry you and be in both your lives and – ”

Oliver leaned over and kissed her. Normally he wasn’t in the habit of silencing her babbles since he loved them so much, but occasionally she got off track. And this time, he wanted something from her.

Felicity leaned back. “I know what – ”

He kissed her again, lingering a little longer this time.

Finally, they parted and Felicity sighed. “I’m not winning this one, am I?”

William just widened his eyes further. “We love you, Felicity. And we want to show you. With gifts.”

Felicity’s heart melted. So, this was their plan. Ply her with kisses, then her stepson unleashed the puppy eyes and heart-warming declarations. Suddenly, her eyes started to water.

“Oh, baby,” Oliver said, taking her head. “Never mind. We don’t have to give gifts if you don’t want. I didn’t – ”

Felicity shook her head, wiping her eyes with her free hand. “No, it’s nothing like that.” She turned to William. “Did you mean that, or are you just saying that so I agree to gifts?”

William laughed and shook his head. “Felicity, come on.” She could tell he was struggling between his desires to reassure her and maintain his cool-kid persona. Finally, he cracked and rounded the table to envelop her in a hug. Felicity thought her heart might burst. “Of course, I love you.”

Tears. They were unstoppable, now. Tears of happiness and joy. The little girl who’d been abandoned by her father, celebrating Hanukkah in dingy, miniscule Vegas apartments, never could’ve imagined she would end up here, her husband and step-son with their arms wrapped around her and a heart so full of love.

“Okay, okay,” Felicity said after a few moments of relishing the hugs. “I’m fine.” She wiped her eyes. “I promise! I’m fine. No more water works.” William went back to his seat, and Oliver moved back until just his arm was slung across her chair.

“Want to go get our gifts, buddy?” Oliver asked, and William nodded and disappeared into his room.

Felicity stood and moved to the kitchen, a confused Oliver trailing behind her. “I may be a bit of a hypocrite,” she said, opening the cabinet that housed her one allotted shelf of junk food that Oliver never touched. Behind a box of hot fudge sundae poptarts sat a hand-sized box wrapped in blue paper with a silver ribbon.

Oliver was a warm presence at her back, hand on her waist as she came down from her toes and turned in his arms to show him the box. “It’s for William,” she said, looking up at her husband from under her lashes. They were bare inches from each other, sharing the same air, the same heat, and Felicity saw Oliver’s eyes go black.

She tilted her head up, bringing their lips closer together. “Your gift isn’t exactly…” Eyes down, then up. Locking on Oliver’s, “fit for public consumption,” she murmured, hooking a finger in the collar of her Hanukkah sweater and pulling it down.

Her husband’s burning eyes dragged down her face and neck like a caress before he saw what she had under her sweater. He took a deep breath, pulling Felicity in even as he moved closer. He turned her to the counter, pressing his leg between hers, bending his head down…

“Here they are!”

They didn’t spring apart, but they did move to a more PG position. This wasn’t the first time William had walked in on Oliver and Felicity in some state of affection, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Felicity thought it probably did him a bit of good to see his father in a happy, committed relationship. Surely that was in some parenting book somewhere?

“Guys, seriously?” he asked, standing in the living room with two gifts in each hand and an exasperated expression.

Oliver and Felicity laughed, returning to the living room and taking spots on the couch. William sat on the ottoman, Oliver sat on the couch, and Felicity sat close to him, her legs draped across his lap. William eyed the present in Felicity’s hand and raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, don’t give me that look,” Felicity mock-growled. “It’s been a big year. And you’re a kid. And it’s your first Hanukkah.”

“I’m not a kid – ”

“Pardon me, young adult. Either way, it’s customary that the younger members of the family get gifts.”

“Sure, sure. Do you want to open first?” William asked, holding out the gifts in his hands.

Felicity shook her head and held out the box in her hand. “You first.”

William’s face lit up and he tore into the metallic blue paper. Inside the box he found a disc, and once the initial confusion passed his face lit up.

“You… made me a video game?” he asked, turning the disc so Oliver could see it. Original artwork showed a digitalized version of William and the words “The Adventures of Will the Wise.” Oliver didn’t say anything, but his tightened grip around Felicity’s shoulders. His eyes said more than his mouth ever could. They shined with love and a little disbelief, like he couldn’t believe the life in front of him.

Felicity nodded. “I know Will is your favorite in Stranger Things, so I coded this game with an original story. It’s part Steven King, part Bioshock, with some D&D elements, and options for multi-player or story mode. It works on your existing consoles.”

William’s face fell. “Now I feel like my gift for you isn’t cool enough,” he groused. Felicity was already shaking her head.

“Whatever you got me, it’ll be perfect. Because it came from you,” she said with a smile.

William’s face went red, high on his cheeks, but he nodded sharply and pushed the two gifts into her hands.

Felicity opened William’s first, and found a USB drive disguised as a tube of lipstick. It was her aesthetic and absolutely perfect. She thanked William profusely and gave him a kiss on the cheek he pretended he hated.

Oliver’s gift was next, and he surprised her with a ninety-minute massage at one of the premier spas in Star City. She hadn’t given up her heels despite working with only Curtis from the old loft, and she often complained about her legs and feet hurting. It was intimate, sweet, and entirely Oliver. If Felicity knew anything about her husband, the gifts would only get more extravagant as the days went by. He liked to spoil the people he loved.

The trio put their gifts away and settled back in the living room to watch William play his new game. After several hours, it was time for bed.

“It might be the first night of Hanukkah, but it’s also a school night,” Oliver said, hustling the preteen through his night routine. Felicity began putting the dishes and leftovers away, still floating through the warm glow of one of the best first nights of Hanukkah on record.

Once William was down and his door was closed. Oliver turned to Felicity. Their eyes locked across the apartment, and Oliver stalked to her. There was no other word for it. His eyes went dark, and he moved soundlessly through the apartment. Felicity stayed still, more than willing to be caught, and Oliver met her in a rush of dark eyes and heat.

Felicity went up on her toes, expecting a kiss, before she somehow ended up ass over tea kettle, slung over Oliver’s shoulder and staring at his delicious butt in his jeans.

“Oliver!” she whisper-shouted, doing her best to keep quiet for William’s sake. Her husband began to carry her through the apartment. “What the frack? Put me down!”

Oliver had one arm holding her lower back to keep her on his shoulder, and used his free hand to pat her ass. Slightly harder than necessary. “Don’t worry, hon. I gotcha.”

Before she could protest again, they were in their room, Oliver kicked the door shut, and dropped her on the bed.

“Now, Mrs. Queen. Let’s revisit what’s under this sweater.” He stood in front of her, body between her parted legs, his hands running across her neck and shoulders.

Felicity threw her head back and sighed contentedly, reveling in the feeling of Oliver’s hands on her. Her own roamed across his powerful thighs, climbing up the back of his pants to one of her favorite parts of him.

“You know, you’re the only one who gets to call me that, Mr. Smoak,” she said, grinning when Oliver growled at her ministrations.

Oliver’s hands dipped below the neck of her sweater, running across the smooth satin and smoother skin he found. “We agreed you’re Mrs. Smoak-Queen everywhere else, but Mrs. Queen in our bed,” he growled.

“Hmm.” Felicity tilted her head, pursing her lips. “I seem to remember something about that.” Felicity leaned back and somehow – in a flash of unexpected grace – got her sweater and leggings off in mostly the same go.

Underneath was Oliver’s present: a dark green and black corset and panty set that just happened to match the exact green of his suit.

“Felicity,” he breathed, his eyes so dilated there was nothing but a thin ring of blue as he took her in from head to toe. When he looked at her like that, like she was everything good right in front of him, she really felt the precious gift of his love, his tremulously beating heart, placed tentatively yet boldly in her hands. “I love you.”

That was all he needed to say. No sweeping metaphors or grand declarations. His tone said it all, deep and true and filled with love.

“I thought you’d like it,” she said, moving further up the bed to make room for Oliver crawling after her. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face. She knew what was going to happen. He knew what was going to happen. Everyone was happy with the projected outcome.

“Come on, my love.” She laid on the pillows, arching her back and keeping her eyes on her husband. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

He didn’t.

After they spent the first night of Hanukkah wrapped in each other’s arms, Felicity curled up naked against her equally naked husband, thinking about the gift for Oliver she was saving for the last night of Hanukkah. It was mostly sentiment, since Felicity used the implant, but she was sure Oliver would understand what the empty birth control packet meant.

Timing would never he right. And she wanted to grow her family with Oliver.

This was gearing up to be the most memorable Hanukkah yet.

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reginaldbelchhuggins-blog · 7 years ago

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The Short and Miserable Romance of Victor Criss

Chapter 2: First Kiss

Pairings: Henry x Victor, with some side Butch x Mrs Criss Rating: M Warnings for this chapter: Implied/referenced domestic abuse, period-typical attitudes, homophobic language, noncon elements, and some underage sexual exploration Warnings for later chapters: Violence, homophobia, racism, and sexism that are all period-typical; canon-standard content; underage sex, smoking, and drinking; noncon elements (but no actual noncon); canonical character death; major character death; strong language Chapters: [1], 2, [3], [4], [5], [6], [7] Ao3: [x] Summary:

Told from Victor's perspective, each chapter details either a first or last moment of Vic's growing relationship with Henry Bowers as they navigate homophobia, mental issues, and the growing influence of It. The first two chapters are pre-1988, the middle two will be where the sex is, and the final two are where the romance goes south

Chapter 7 could act as a stand-alone told from Henry’s perspective

Story prompt: The first and last Meeting/Kiss/Time of your OTP

A/N: This chapter, since the Bowers gang are 11-12 years old, draws more on the book for inspiration. Namely in regards to Victor and Belch's personalities, and the flavor text/referenced events. I also used some real life influence, such as my own personal experience with awkward 12-year-old flirting, and the actor playing Victor Criss in the new movie being a dancer (if you didn't know that before, you're welcome.)

Constructive Criticism is, as always, appreciated. Any type of comment is much loved. My editor is another author on this account, Ambiguous, but I am also using the Hemingway app. If you see any grammatical mistakes / continuity errors, please feel free to drop it in the comments so I can correct.

August 1985

The four boys stood side by side in their underwear, staring down the long drop from the edge of the quarry to the lake. Reginald “Belch” Huggins was the tallest, having reached six foot by his 12th birthday. He had skinny legs and broad shoulders, and made a huge splash as he hit the water despite having pretty good form.

Patrick Hockstetter was the second tallest and definitive widest. He was the personification of the word "butterball." He was a vaguely boy-shaped lump of splotchy colored flesh. He howled like a madman as he leaped second, tucking his feet up underneath him to form a cannonball. Belch was coming up for air when the waves caused by Patrick slapped him in the face.

Victor, although he was giggling, felt dread as his turn to jump came up. He was pale and skinny. The others argued over whether the platinum blonde of his hair made his skin whiter, or whether it was the other way around. Either way, he was nothing more than a sparkle of starlight in his white Hanes.

He took a deep breath and prepared himself—

And screamed as he fell forward, pushed, betrayed , by Henry. He was still screaming when his body broke the surface and the murky depths swallowed him whole.

Henry was the one all the girls talked about in a nice way. He wore hard work like it was a tee shirt. It left him with a golden tan, and the slightest definition on his chest that hinted at the body he would have in a few years. Belch lifted Vic onto his shoulders so they could watch Henry leap from the cliff. They cheered as he jumped backwards, getting in two solid flips before splashing down.

The quarry filled with their laughter as the boys played. It was the first time in a long year that they’d had any fun.

They swam until long after the sun had set, and the mosquitoes were coming out to feed. None of their parents were expecting them home. The Criss’ believed Vic was at the Huggins’. Mrs Huggins believed Belch and Henry was at the Criss’. Patrick’s parents might notice if he wasn’t here for breakfast. But they didn’t seem to care what he did since his baby brother Avery had died in the crib five years prior. Butch wasn’t allowed to know anything at all.

Vic still felt the chill that had run down his spine when he opened his bedroom window that night almost a week ago. Henry was standing outside with tears and snot streaming down his face, shaking. He’d had a whopper of a bruise on his neck that he still didn’t explain. Vic thought it looked an awful lot like Butch’s hands, and drew his own conclusions.

“He killed her,” Henry had said. As soon as he was inside Vic’s room, he’d pulled Vic into a tight embrace. That was the first hug of the year, but Vic couldn’t even enjoy it. Henry was trembling so bad. “Butch killed my mom!”

It wasn’t true. She’d survived, but her face was disfigured. Henrietta Bowers had taken her beating, and the one Henry was due for making trouble for Butch. Henry, of course, told Vic all about how it was his fault for making trouble with the Rabbi's boy -- a shy kid a few grades behind them. And while he cried and blamed himself, Henrietta was pulling herself into their sedan, running away to the WomansCare shelter, leaving Henry behind. But he didn’t know that as he held his best friend, his body racked with guilty sobs. He wouldn't know that for a few days, and by then, he'd tell Vic he didn't care. He only knew he'd last seen her in a bloody heap on the kitchen floor, and then he'd ran.

He was only twelve - life wasn’t supposed to be that difficult.

Henry would have stayed with Vic, but Butch had been making regular visits for many years. Vic still pretended sometimes it was just to talk because the truth made him uneasy in so many ways. Instead, Henry wound up staying with Belch. Mrs Huggins wouldn’t give up Henry if Butch set her on fire, so they knew he was safe there. Though Vic had to fight a lot of instincts not to go over there every day, knowing Henry was safe, for even a little while, made things better. Vic didn't even mind collecting, and completing, Henry's homework for him. Mr Caplan never commented on the sudden improvement of Henry's handwriting, either.

In fact, Mrs Huggins and Mr Caplan were some of the few adults who actually gave two shits about them. If Vic had lived to see his 16th birthday, Mrs Huggins would’ve taken him and Belch and fled to somewhere normal. His disappearance would have been credited to the pervert, so no one would look for him. His parents would be, in a small way, glad to see him go. It would have been a nice life, too. But things didn’t happen that way.

The safety of Belch’s house came with the price of freedom, and without freedom, Henry got bored. So grabbing his dad’s old tent from the garage, it had been Belch’s idea to go camping. He was tired of the piss attitude Henry got whenever he was bored, but was too nice to say anything. So far, it had been a good idea.

The boys put on their shoes for safety reasons, but were still too wet for their clothes, as they went about setting up camp. Patrick built a nice fire, and stared deep into it as he burnt every hotdog he touched to a blackened crisp. Belch was setting up the tent - his dad had showed him how once upon a time, before the accident. Henry and Vic sat around with the small radio, trying to find the right mood music. It was one of the last true purely happy memories with Henry Victor would have, and somehow, he knew it. So he was taking all of it that he could.

“Ooh, stop here!” Vic slapped Henry’s hand. That earned Vic a nasty glare, and a punch on the shoulder. “Dude, it’s Queen. You always have to stop on Queen. It’s an unspoken rule.”

“No I fucking don’t,” Henry spit back. “I listen to real rock music not that psuedo-hippie bullshit. And if you don’t get your fucking hand off my radio I’m going to shove it up your ass.”

“You’re going to shove my hand up my ass or the radio?” Vic asked, sarcastically. “I need to know how much to prepare.”

“Keep talkin’ like that and it’ll be both. First your hand, and then the radio. How you like that?”

With a huff, Vic sat back and crossed his arms. “Fine, you get to pick the tunes, and tell us when to stop swimming, and what comics we can bring. Anything else you want, master?”

“Maybe,” Henry said, eyeing Vic coolly. “My boots haven’t been licked in a long time. Got some real nasty shit crusted up on them.”

Vic couldn’t help but smile, and had to cover it by pretending to rub the chapped skin from his lips. He didn’t really care that Henry was being a little bossier than usual. If Henry had told him to wear his mom’s lingerie, Vic would’ve showed up in a saucy pink ensemble. But he was in a weird mood, and craved every morsel of attention he could get. Needling Henry was the quickest way to get a bite in, so Vic was being, as his Mama would say, incorrigible.

But it was time to take a break. Henry was growing frustrated, and Vic didn't want to ruin his first night out in forever. So instead, he said, “Sure thing. Let me just go chop my balls off first. Maybe then you’ll stop twisting them,” and stood up. He caught Henry looking as he walked away, and blew him a kiss. If anyone else had done such a thing, Henry would have rearranged their face. But Vic was special. He had special privileges to get away with more, as long as it wasn’t too gay.

As Vic sat down on a blanket by the fire, Patrick handed him a beef flavored stick of charcoal. He managed to find some pink colored meat in the layers underneath, and then ate it in three large bites. He watched Henry’s face scrunch up in concentration as a song warbled into existence.

When Belch finished up the tent, he came and sat beside them. Drawing deep from his chest, he proved his nickname was well-earned. He started burping along to the chorus of the song Henry had stopped on – Blue Oyster Cult’s Don’t Fear the Reaper.

Vic and Patrick were howling with laughter, but Henry was not amused. He turned up the volume, trying to drown Belch out.

“Is that coming from your mouth?” Patrick was in awe. He hadn’t hung out with them that much yet so it was forgiven that he’d never heard Belch’s true talent. “Oh, that is freaky. Do it again.”

Belch got up and began to bob his head not unlike a chicken, burps breaking out every time his face came forward. He shuffled around with the grace one would expect from a boy of his stature. This broke Patrick up into tears.

"I fucking hate all of you," Henry said.

Vic was on his feet, too. He was so giddy from laughing that he took Belch’s hands and began to dance. Belch didn’t think anything of it, and was kind enough to burp in the opposite direction of Vic’s face. Henry turned the dial on the volume again until the speakers were vibrating. Vic and Belch both started singing along, louder than the radio. They sang along until the song ended, even as Henry threw pebbles and rocks at their feet.

As Billy Idol’s Dancing With Myself started playing, Belch and Vic let go of each other. Henry gave up and went after a hot dog. Patrick gave him a cigarette instead, and the two shared it as they watched Vic and Belch dance – but mostly, they watched Vic.

Not surprising, Vic was a much better dancer than Belch. The spry blonde wasn’t doing anything complicated. He'd picked up a few things from movies and music videos, and practiced until they looked okay in the mirror. Where Belch looked like a bag of potatoes being swung with great enthusiasm to the beat, Vic looked like he was actually dancing. In a few years, he could compete against Michael Jackson himself.

When that song was over, Vic plopped to the ground. That seemed to break some kind of spell. Henry looked around, nervous like he’d been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. Patrick let out a deep breath, and his livery lips split into the biggest, curliest smile Vic had ever seen outside of a cartoon. Henry cleared his throat and handed Patrick the cigarette. He then stood up, rubbing at his crotch.

“I gotta piss,” he said, as if it needed explaining.

“Want someone to hold it?” Patrick asked.That was the first time he'd done one of his weirder jokes, and it took them all by surprise. Patrick locked eyes with Vic. Vic found himself unable to look away as Patrick held one of the hotdogs down near his crotch, and started rubbing it. Vic knew what he was simulating, but the blackened outside was cracking and peeling. Instead of imagining a regular dick being masturbated, Vic's mind conjured some filthy, disease ridden thing. He gagged, earning him another smile from Patrick.

Henry did a double take, scowling: “What the fuck did you just say?”

“I’m just saying, bosses need a right hand man,” Patrick said, putting a weird emphasis on right hand. He bit into the wiener he’d been flogging. “Someone to wipe your ass and hold your dick and all that jazz.”

A rose color blossomed on Henry's cheeks as he realized how he'd misunderstood Patrick. He blinked a few times, and then pointed at Patrick. “We don’t do that homo shit around here, alright?”

“It’s not homo,” Patrick called after him. Then, with a wink in Vic’s direction: “Not unless you want it to be.”

Vic shifted in his seat. He was Henry's right hand man, or so they said. The image of him on one knee, hand out for Henry to rest his dick on, crept into Vic’s brain. It was compelling in a strange way, and Vic shivered, not sure how to process how it made him feel. Maybe Henry had seen the same thing in his mind, because he looked everywhere but at Vic. He slapped Patrick on the back of his head before disappearing into the underbrush to relieve himself.

The three of them lit up the last cigarette. Vic took a long drag, let the smoke escape through the side of his mouth, and then passed it onto Belch. They got halfway through when Vic saw Henry out of the corner of his eye. He was standing behind a tree, and gesturing with his head for Vic to follow. Belch and Patrick didn't seem to notice, and had started discussing which actresses they wanted to bang. Vic flicked his eyes back Henry's way, and the bigger boy was gone. A small ball of excitement forming in his belly, Vic stood up. He brushed leaves and dirt off his ass, and started heading in the way he saw Henry go.

“Where you going?” Belch asked, coughing.

“Paris,” Vic shot the answer over his shoulder. Patrick’s titter followed him as he walked along the side of the lake. He tried not to make too much noise, listening for Henry. He wound up going a good ways down before he spotted his friend leaning against a tree.

Moonlight splashed against Henry’s young frame. His blue eyes were searching the sky, a small smile curling his lips. Vic was struck with how beautiful Henry could be. Even with fading bruises marking his body, he was ethereal. There were so many things going on in Vic’s head, he wasn’t sure exactly what his body wanted to feel. He was queasy, and happy. Nervous.

You don't even know what he wants, Vic's brain said, being reasonable. But Vic did know what Henry wanted. It was the same thing Henry always wanted when he shuffled Vic off into private. He wanted some kind of touch that wasn't painful; some kind of affection that wasn't laced with poison. He wanted Vic to hug him, to pet his hair, to reassure him that he wasn't a monster, or stupid, or whatever other terrible thing Butch had planted in his head.

But there was something different in the air. Henry was contemplating too hard about something. There was only one way to find out what that something was, so Vic snapped his fingers, then hit the side of his right hand flat with the palm of his left. It was a nervous tic he’d picked up from his Papa. He did it again as he strode towards Henry, looking around at the area of the Quarry they were in.

They were right at the curve of the lake, where the moon was the brightest. It gave the area a strange blue tint, like they were caught in the glow of a battery operated lantern.

Henry turned his head when he heard Vic approach, and watched him with a thoughtful expression. When Vic was close enough for a good conversation, he started picking up pebbles and tossing them into the lake. The tiny splash they made was good noise. Plip.

“How come I’ve never seen you dance before?” Henry asked, picking at his cuticles.

Vic shrugged. Plip. In went another pebble.

“You saw me dance at Veronica Grogan’s birthday party,” Vic said. He could clearly see the conga line of eight year olds with no coordination trying to do the Locomotion. It had been a spectacular mess, but loads of fun.

“That doesn’t count,” Henry said, rolling his eyes. “I mean like you were dancing just now.”

Vic shrugged again. “Just haven’t felt like it, I guess.”

“I liked it. You should do it more,” Henry said. Vic turned to look at him, and Henry was staring off in the distance. He was rocking against the tree. Vic rolled it over in his mind before he said a quick, “Thanks.”

“I like… I like a lot of things you do,” Henry sounded like it was difficult to say what he was saying. Vic supposed for someone like Henry, it might have been. He wasn’t used to using his words to express the things inside of him. So Vic didn’t interrupt him. Instead, he stood up, hand full of glittering pebbles, and gave Henry his full attention. "I like that you're smart. I know I rag on you a lot for it, but that's just something I have to do. Can't have the guys thinking I'm soft on you." Henry paused. He took a deep breath. Vic was curious now. “I like the way you smile. It makes me think of cats and happy shit. Your face makes me think of cats...like the way their faces just… stick out...”

Vic waited a few moments, making sure Henry was done. Henry was blushing, his eyes refusing to look at Vic. Vic didn't know what to say to that. He took the sentence apart and examined every piece of it. He came to the conclusion Henry was trying to compliment him, and decided to return it.

Dropping the pebbles in to make a pattering of plips, Vic was forming his thoughts before speaking them.

“Well, thanks, Hank. Your face makes me think of..” Vic wanted to say Kevin Bacon , but he stopped himself. He could do better. He needed to do better. “You know when it’s cold outside but the sun is shining? Or when your mom hangs the towels over the heater so your ass doesn’t freeze in winter?” Henry nodded. “That’s what I think of when I look at your face. When everything else is just fucking cold, I can look at you and feel warm.”

"Why?" Henry asked, scrunching up his face.

"Because you're my best friend," Vic said, and at that moment, he truly believed it. The way Henry made him nervous sometimes - like they were dancing on the edge of the quarry's cliff, waiting for the other to take the plunge first - he had never felt for anyone else. But as Henry closed the distance between them and took Vic’s hands in his, Vic knew he never would. Just like Vic was special to Henry, Henry was special to Vic. Henry ran his thumb over Vic’s, and Vic massaged circles into Henry's palms. Although they didn’t hold hands as often as they did when they were little, Vic didn’t think this usage of physical affection was anything other than ordinary. At least, not until Henry brought one set of hands up to his lips, and gave Vic's a little kiss. This drew small laugh from Vic, who asked, “What’re you doing?”

“Thanking you,” Henry said. He decided to elaborate when he saw the frustration on Vic’s face. “For helping me with Butch, and… just shut up and let me do this, because it's never happening again.”

He kissed Vic’s hand again. Turning their hands over, he kissed Vic’s wrist, and then his forearm. It wasn’t unpleasant, but Vic was too confused to really appreciate the moment. Henry drew the line at kissing. They'd tried it once - a kiss on each cheek - and had decided it was too weird. He was even more confused when Henry stopped kissing his arm, and, instead, brushed his lips against Vic’s. It wasn’t a kiss, exactly. It was testing for one. When Vic didn’t resist, Henry put a little more force into it.

Vic lit up like a sparkler on the fourth of July. He felt dizzy, smelling the lake on Henry's skin, and their pheromones intermingling. As Henry kept kissing him, he thought he might pass out. Like the dames in the movies, just swooning over their cowboy. Vic brought a hand up to Henry's hair, and pulled him in closer.

He hadn’t noticed Henry had dropped his hand until he felt it, warm and soft, sliding into his underwear, cupping his penis. He couldn’t speak. He tried to, but he was scared when he realized what Henry was doing. What he was really doing. It felt good. Vic knew he needed to tell Henry to stop before they got caught, but he didn't want him to stop.

But if he did those things, what did that make him? Was he queer? Was Henry? A bullet of fear broke through Vic's heart as he thought about Butch finding out. He could see Henry - so big when he was with his friends, and so small in Butch's shadow. Butch would crush him, grind him into dust. The thought made Vic's heart twitch. The image of Henry's face, caved in, an eye jutting out, was so vivid that if Henry's mouth hadn't been there to catch it, he would've gasped.

“No,” Vic said, pulling away. Henry didn’t seem to hear him. He just stepped in closer, and went back to it. Vic squeezed the wrist of the hand fondling him as tight as he could, and pulled it away from him. Henry looked down at the wrist, and then took a step back, jerking it from Vic’s grasp.

“I thought you liked me,” Henry said, sounding hurt. His face twisted into something so full of hate, it was worthy of Butch. “I’m not a flamer. If you tell anyone, I’ll-”

“I do!” Vic said, before the fear could really settle in Henry, and Vic lost him. Lost everything. “I do like you, Henry. But can we just… do more of what you were doing before? I liked that.”

Henry licked his lips, and reached out to brush the hair behind Vic’s ear. He ran his thumb along Vic’s lip. Vic thought maybe another kiss was coming, but instead, he pulled Vic by the hand until he was falling in step behind Henry.

“You think you could maybe get those hotdogs away from Fucknuts before he burns all of them?” Henry asked, starting back towards their camp.

“Yeah, okay,” Vic said. “Henry...” He wanted to ask what’s next? But he had the feeling they were in dangerous territory. So he never finished his sentence.

“And where the fuck are the marshmallows? Didn’t I tell you to bring marshmallows, the big kind?” Henry turned to walk backwards while he talked. Vic was in awe that he didn’t trip even once.

“I’ll get them for you, Hank,” Vic said. That brought another smile to Henry’s face. He hopped in place a couple of times, and then broke out into a full sprint. He always tried to get a head start because Vic was faster, but the younger boy passed him easily, as always. By the time Henry actually made it back to the others, Vic was whipping Patrick with a burnt wiener as the two boys laughed, and Belch had a skewer of Marshmallows ready for smores.

Henry went back to Butch the next day, deciding to take his punishment like a man. Vic didn’t see him again until school started. He was unsure of how things were left between them, so he didn’t say anything, letting Henry make all the moves. Sporting a shiner and a cracked lip, Henry draped his arm around Vic’s neck while Patrick and Belch were in Home Ec, and dragged him into the bathroom.

“We can do that stuff you like,” Henry whispered. “But I want to try something.”

Vic sat on Henry’s lap, his boots planted against the wall so anyone who entered only saw Henry’s underneath the stall. They took turns filling their mouths with smoke, and, on Henry’s suggestion, each other’s tongues. It was nice. Henry came home with him after school. They made out until Mama called them down to dinner.

The next week, Henry started dating Veronica Grogan, but Vic knew it wasn’t the end of whatever madness had gripped them that night at the Quarry. Henry was a lot like Butch in that sense. Sure enough, he watched Butch come ‘round the house in the afternoon for his Mama, and Henry come ‘round in the evening for himself. And Vic was just fine with that. He didn't know if he was gay, or straight with an exception. He knew Veronica was just some thing to throw people off their scent, and that the more he and Henry sucked face, the closer they felt.

Sometime before Christmas, Vic looked at Henry from across his bed and realized he might just be in love. He didn't really know what love was - his parents certainly didn't know enough to tell him. But as he brushed the hair from Henry's face, he knew that if Butch ever caught them, he would take every last punch Butch had to throw if it meant Henry got away safe. They weren't just best friends, or brothers. He wasn't just some right-hand man, there to keep Henry's mission on point and to reel him back if he got in too deep. Henry had become his everything, and he was the only thing keeping Henry alive, sometimes.

And sometime before the new year, after Butch was reinstated on the force after a long and grueling suspension, Henry realized the same thing: that Vic would die for him. He only needed to ask.

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maekara · 8 years ago

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too hard, too scarred ch.04

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summary: a new character is introduced! and Gaara makes an appearance as a successful actor friend of Naruto’s, making an offer that Naruto can’t refuse!

rating: m

a/n: i posted this chapter on ffnet a while ago but if you don’t follow me there i guess it’s hard to see ^^ comments / feedback is always so heavily appreciated x

chapter one chapter two chapter three

ch.04

It was unusually quiet in Naruto’s head as he sat on the sofa in the living room, holding his script. Every few minutes, he would look up at the wall, sigh, then attempt to read the words on the page again, but he never managed to move past the sentence ‘oh nothing, just sitting here and wondering why bad things happen to good people’. It was supposed to be funny, supposed to give off a lightheartedness that would set the tone for the new TV show he was starring in. Nothing about his thoughts, nothing about the woman sleeping in the next room who was unknowingly breaking his heart was lighthearted. Naruto pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, then he paced around the room like he didn’t know what else to do with his restlessness. He would face in the direction of their bedroom, but would quickly decide to go towards the kitchen, his expression conflicted. Truthfully, what did he have to choose between? All he had to do was simply ask her about the pills he found, but he knew that things like that never came easy.

Although she loved him, Sakura would never admit that she needed help, even if it was critical. The only way she would admit it is if she truly was falling apart, and that was only because of the last time she kept to herself. Naruto sighed again, his fingers reaching for his cell phone on the coffee table. Quickly dialing a number, he felt comforted when his father picked up on only the second ring. Naruto smiled and said hello, his voice tired.

“Hey Dad,” Naruto said, “why aren’t you asleep?”

“I was up reading some proposals and approving them,” Minato replied, “why? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“When Mom was alive,” Naruto breathed, “and she kept secrets from you, what did you do?”

The line was silent for just a few seconds, but Naruto couldn’t help but think about his father’s reaction. He could almost see the way his mouth frowned and the way his forehead scrunched up in worry. It was natural, of course, for his father to worry about him. He was the only child, after all. The kind who was rambunctious, too. Maybe it would have been different if Naruto had a younger sibling, because then it would've made him more responsible from a younger age. Naruto heard him take a deep breath.

“Whenever she kept things from me that were about her health,” Minato started, “I always tried to subtly hint to her that I knew what she was doing. If that didn’t work, I just took care of her until she was better equipped to tell me what was wrong.”

“Did that work?”

“Not at first, but the more you do it, the more you improve your relationship,” Minato said, “and the more she will open up to you, because you’ve proven that you can handle her at her worst.”

Naruto thought for a moment, nibbling on his bottom lip, too nervous to say a word before his father coughed once. “What if,” Naruto whispered, “she thinks that I can’t help her when she needs me?”

“That’s easy,” Minato chuckled, “that just means she’s trying to protect you.”

“I don’t want her to protect me.”

“Why? What happened?”

Naruto sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s not eating again.”

“That makes sense,” Minato uttered, “she recently lost her father. I’m sure she doesn’t even realise it’s a relapse.”

At those words, Naruto froze. One of the things that was difficult to realise about mental health was that the person who was diagnosed sometimes found it difficult to detect a change in their behavior. They would go on about their lives as though their relapse was something normal, but for mentally ill people, it was the norm to feel a certain way. Still, Naruto thought of the bottle he found in Sakura’s drawer, and felt his heart go into turmoil all over again.

“Dad,” he said, “I found hunger-suppressing pills in her drawer.”

It was Minato’s turn to be silent, but Naruto could hear the way his breath caught in his throat. Evidently, this piece of information was shocking and more than disturbing. Over the phone, he could hear the shuffling of papers on the table and being neatly stacked for Minato to look at later.

“Why does she have that in her drawer? Where did she even get them?”

“I don’t know, but I know that medication has to be prescribed. For obvious reasons.”

“I’m sure there’s some variation of it that you can get over the counter.”

“It’s hunger-suppressing, Dad. It’s not legal to sell that over the counter, especially in a world where eating disorders are more prevalent now.”

“Well,” Minato sighed, “what’re you gonna do?”

“I was hoping you’d tell me,” Naruto sighed.

The line went silent for a good minute, but he knew his father was thinking, maybe even contemplating on what advice to give him. He fidgeted with the papers he was holding, wondering if he was doing the right thing by calling so late at night. The kitchen cabinet full of wine suddenly seemed so much more appealing and before Minato said a word, Naruto quickly crossed the room and fixed himself up with a glass, sitting at the kitchen bar and eyeing the stove. It was three o’clock in the morning, which meant that he wasn’t going to get any sleep. That probably also meant that the table reading for “Honey” was going to go a lot slower than the producers had hoped for.

“I think for now,” Minato murmured as Naruto gulped down a glass of red wine, “you just have to take care of her. Make sure she eats.”

“What if she doesn’t want to?”

“It’s going to be hard at first, but as long as you consistently show her that your relationship hasn’t changed, it’ll hopefully help clear some things up for her.”

The blonde-haired actor inhaled through his mouth and held his breath for just a few seconds, just like he did back when he was still smoking cigarettes. He nodded slightly, his head hung low. “Okay,” he said finally, “thanks dad. I love you.”

It was around six o’clock in the morning when Naruto had finished preparing the bacon and the scrambled eggs, set neatly at the kitchen bar with glasses of orange juice and some tea. He heard the click of their bedroom door and immediately looked up to find that Sakura was still in her pyjamas, wiping her eyes as she yawned, her hair in disarray. She caught a whiff of the food he had cooked and perked up immediately, but her eyes held something similar to guilt and Naruto felt that twisting feeling in his stomach again just at the sight of it, if only for a few seconds.

“You didn’t come to bed last night.”

“Yeah,” he replied as he pushed more bacon onto each of their plates, “I was reading the script after I talked to my dad on the phone.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just haven’t called him in a while.” Technically, Naruto knew that wasn’t really a lie.

“Are you worried about your new show?” Sakura asked as she sat at the counter, sipping from the glass of orange juice laid out next to her plate of breakfast, her expression concerned. “Is that why you called him?”

“Nah,” Naruto smiled, “I think he just misses having me at home because he’ll send me these corny father-son memes because he thinks they’re cool.”

Sakura laughed, almost spitting out her drink. “He thinks memes are cool?”

“Cut him some slack. He’s older.”

Naruto stared at Sakura as she reached for a piece of bacon and chewed slowly, her brow furrowed. He recognised the way she sighed every time she took a bite, and he knew it was because deep down, the guilt she felt was bleeding into the things she did everyday. After just her second piece of bacon, she stood up to wash her hands at the sink. Without saying a word, she reached up and kissed him on the cheek then headed back towards the bedroom.

“I made you like,” Naruto began, “a whole plate, aren’t you going to finish it before work?”

“I’m already late,” she replied from the bedroom, “so you can have it.”

“Are you crazy?” Naruto said, exasperated, “I have my own plate. Can’t you just finish it?”

“I have to start getting ready.”

“Work starts at nine.”

“And you know how long it takes me to get ready.” Coming out in a towel, Sakura placed her hands on either side of her hips and tilted her head, the stance she took whenever she had that ‘I told you so’ attitude that admittedly, annoyed Naruto sometimes. She wasn’t going to budge even if she knew he was right. Without a concrete, solid argument, there was no way that Naruto was going to prove his point. As though she wasn’t hiding something from him, she was going to continue convincing herself that she didn’t need to eat, or that she wasn’t hungry, and she did it exactly in this manner: dismissing him like it was okay to do so.

He nodded and clenched his jaw, picking up her plate and turning towards the sink.

“What’re you doing?” Sakura’s voice chimed right behind him, making him jump.

“Jesus, Sakura-chan, don’t scare me like that!”

“Are you wasting food?”

“You said you didn’t want it.”

“It doesn’t mean you can’t put it in the fridge!” she exclaimed as she stood before him, her expression horrified.

“Well,” Naruto said, “will you eat it later? Because I won’t.”

“I’ll probably be eating out later,” she sighed, “so no. But I thought maybe you could eat it later, like leftovers or something.”

Scratching the back of his neck, Naruto felt as though his patience was being tested. “Yeah, because you avoid eating by making me finish your food,” he mumbled to himself.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he retorted, “you should get ready. Don’t wanna be late.”

Sakura’s eyes watched him, her brow furrowing like she knew he was hiding something from her (which, admittedly, he was), but she let out a breath before walking away, her hips swaying from side to side as she disappeared into the bathroom. Letting out a frustrated breath, Naruto reminded himself of his phone call with Minato that very morning, that he had to be patient and show Sakura that he wasn’t going anywhere, that he was always going to be there to support her. Still, with spirits that was as stubborn as the both of them, it was going to feel like a tug of war. While Naruto loved her more than he could understand, there were times that he knew loving someone wasn’t enough.

Sakura taught him that.

Pouring himself a glass of orange juice, Naruto listened to the running water from the shower and he frowned. She even stopped singing, he thought to himself. Opening the drawer next to the sink, Naruto pulled out saran wrap and covered her plate, frowning as he did it. Patience was easy when she didn’t hide anything from him, and he knew that her recent loss was part of the reason she was acting like this. Surely, all the animosity she currently felt for herself was just the tip of the iceberg. Knowing her, and knowing her incredible sense of perfectionism, Naruto knew that from here on out, she was only going to get worse. The most infuriating thing was that as of right now, with all the information he had, he could still do nothing, because it wasn’t enough to change anything.

Sighing, Naruto pulled out his phone and checked the time: 6:45AM. He still had a long day ahead of him, what with work starting in the afternoon. Seeing that he was obviously not going to get enough sleep before he had to leave, he figured it was probably a good idea to actually pull out his script and start getting into character. He was used to playing the goofy best friend, or some kind of side kick, but now, he was the lead. The one who was going to get the most character development, and the one that was going to make his acting career soar higher. The whole idea was surreal, in all honesty, but as he opened his script, he felt like maybe, this was what he had wanted all along.

He heard the bathroom door open and drew in a deep breath when he heard Sakura approach him from behind. Preparing himself to be patient, he called it. Or rather, reminding himself to be compassionate and understanding at the fact that she simply was the secretive type sometimes.

“How far did you get in the script?” she asked, her hands on his shoulders.

“Not that far,” he replied, “I kept getting distracted.”

“Okay,” she sighed, “something is bothering you.” She moved to the arm rest of the sofa he sat on and crossed her arms, her expression worried. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Actually,” he said, “I’m not ready to.”

Sakura blinked.

“You’re not ready to?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, “I think it’s not something you’re ready to hear, and I just want to take my time in telling you, if that’s okay.”

Green eyes widened by a fraction at his words and he knew he had hit a nerve. He watched her face with careful tenacity, looking for any hint of an epiphany that she might have been having in that exact moment. When he found nothing but hurt, his eyes softened and he turned his gaze back to the script before him, feeling like his nerves were going to be broken from the anxiety, the frustration, and the pure sadness he was experiencing. Sakura let out a quick ‘humph’ and cleared her throat, the way she always did when she was being diplomatic, like when she was talking to a client. Naruto clenched his jaw again.

“That’s fine,” she said, her voice level, “I hope that when you’re ready, you can come talk to me.”

She didn’t let him say another word as she walked off, holding her towel in place and quietly closing the door behind her. Naruto could hear her rustling around, could hear her opening drawers and pulling things out to help her get ready for the day. He could see it: her opening the drawer of their dresser and pulling out her hair dryer and her makeup, setting them on their dresser, then taking out the bottle of her pills and stuffing it into her bag. Picturing her face as she did so, he knew that she thought that was something she had to do, that it was a necessity in order to feel better about herself. With tears brimming his eyes, Naruto rested the back of his head against the sofa.

“Yeah,” he whispered as he heard the faint blasting of the hair dryer, “I hope you can, too.”

Hearing his phone vibrate on the coffee table, Naruto sighed as he leaned forward and checked the name to find that it was just work. He grabbed it, clearing his throat before he picked up.

“Naruto,” his director’s voice boomed in his ear, “didn’t think you’d be up this early!”

“Hasegawa! Surprised, are ya,” Naruto smirked, “why are you calling me so early in the morning if you weren’t expecting me to be awake?”

“I know it’s a bit of a late update,” the voice rang, “but we finally found an actor to play your little brother.”

“Really? This late into the process?”

“Yeah, I know. The kid’s supposed to be great, though.”

“He should be, if he got the part.” Naruto cleared his throat and leaned back against the sofa. “I thought you guys were just gonna write off the little brother thing, though.”

Hasegawa ignored him, too excited about the future of his show to properly answer Naruto’s speculation. “Name’s Takashi Yuuki,” his director chimed, “you heard of him?”

“No,” Naruto replied as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “sounds like he should be in a shoujo, but why? Should I?”

“He’s supposedly real good, but kinda hard to deal with.”

“What does that mean?”

“People say he’s kinda cold,” Naruto tried to stifle a yawn this time, wiping his eyes and willing himself to keep listening at least until the call was over, “so, I was hoping you’d do something about it.”

“Yeah,” Naruto sighed, “sure. I’ll talk to him.”

“Great! Maybe you can build some sort of friendship with him, since you guys’ll be portraying siblings.”

Absentminded, Naruto’s eyes fell to the reflection of the television before him as his director ranted on and on about this kid who apparently was incredibly talented and was an asset who could bring a lot of viewers into watching “Honey” just for his appeal. In this day and age, it was important to stay in style, to stay relevant. That’s what magazine issues of Vanity Fair was for: to remind people what was in style, who was in style, and what was the most fashionable way to live. A lot of the time when Naruto thought about how he got to this point in his career, he remembers the nights he would be at his computer, researching theatre techniques and different theatre practitioners. Even though he could afford to live a luxurious lifestyle, and despite the fact that his manager would tell him he no longer had to try hard, Naruto thirsted for knowledge and had a reckoning for making himself better in all the ways that he possibly could. If there was one thing about himself that he never wanted to disappear or to change, it was his impeccable need to understand the inner workings of the things that he loved.

“Yeah,” Naruto said finally when the line fell silent, “it’ll be great.”

The bedroom door creaked open and Sakura’s face was done up naturally and ready to head for work, but her eyes were still dull even as she looked at him and smiled, mouthing the words ‘good luck today’ as she walked past him. His lips stretched into a smile as she waved him goodbye and as quickly as she got ready, she was out of the door, letting it shut behind her. Naruto ran his fingers through his hair and leaned forward, his head beginning to hurt.

“Thanks for the heads-up,” he said, “I’ll see you in a few hours. Gonna try and get some rest beforehand.”

“Don’t overwork yourself, kid,” Hasegawa chuckled over the phone.

Naruto laughed, but his eyes stayed glued to their apartment door, his subconscious uneasy. “I’ll try my best not to.”

After what seemed like a whole year of just trying to get to the bathroom from where he sat, Naruto finally turned the faucet so that the cold water would beat down on him, in the hopes that he would wake up and be able to get to work without passing out. A couple times a year, both he and Sakura would get so busy that they barely had time for themselves, which was normally something that didn’t really bother him since it meant that they were both trying their hardest to do something they enjoyed. To be fair, in light of recent events, he couldn’t exactly rest easy since he knew that if he gave Sakura the benefit of the doubt, she would end up drowning in herself with no way out. As he washed his face, all he saw behind his eyelids was her face and her smile, trying to shoulder her burdens by herself. While he knew they were both busy and barely had time to reconnect as much as they’d like to, he felt as though he was at a loss for what to do for her.

Deep down, he knew that depression didn’t work that way, though he always wished it did. No matter how much he wanted to pull her out of the crashing waves, all he could do was trust that she would lace her fingers through his and hoist herself up, back into the warmth of his arms that he knew she called home.

“Hasegawa,” Naruto groaned, “you’re gonna kill us if you keep going at this speed.”

The balding man sighed and rubbed his temples, making an attempt to consider his lead’s words. “We just gotta get it right.”

“Right,” a female voice holding a clipboard said sarcastically, “because most people in this room don’t know how your perfectionism can affect a good thing.”

“We can still make improvements as we go along,” Naruto added, “but for now, for the love of God, just let us grab all that food on the table over there. We’re all starving.”

With a grunt that meant approval, Naruto and the rest of his cast flocked to the table in the corner of their meeting room, laughing as they grabbed paper plates and plastic cups. Although they had only been working together for a short time, he already felt that he was close to them and could afford to be himself and give genuine insights as to what would be best for the show. Hasegawa loved to take a more Western approach to the shows that he’s directed, and that was mostly because he wanted his cast to have a relationship, almost like a theatre ensemble. There have been times where Naruto dreaded acting because of the way a director and producer exhibited arrogance and gave the impression that only their opinions mattered. With a cast like “Honey”, Naruto felt as though each and everyone involved could truly thrive.

Propping himself back in his chair, he happened to look across from him at a boy who was no older than sixteen, and who kept his eyes glued to his phone screen as his fingers tapped rapidly. His brown hair was short and straight, and his features were refined — almost like he had had plastic surgery (though he knew that wasn’t the case). Every now and then, he would scrunch his brow and purse his lips, as though he was constantly trying to suppress his annoyance with whoever he was talking to. Naruto cleared his throat and the boy looked up, his dark eyes dull and so obviously cold.

“You’re new, right?”

With a nod, the boy went back to his phone, his expression unchanging. Naruto watched the other members of the cast make faces towards him as though he was unknowingly disturbing a wild animal that wanted to be left alone. Naruto sat up and placed his food down on his plate, clearing his throat.

“Name’s Naruto,” he tried, but the boy continued to ignore him, his finger scrolling through his screen nonstop, “what’s yours?”

“You know,” the boy’s voice was sullen and tired, “you don’t have to be nice to me. I can take care of myself.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself,” Naruto said, and he could suddenly understand why Hasegawa made that phone call this morning: this kid wasn’t budging and he certainly made everyone feel uneasy. “It ain’t about taking care of you, I was just asking your name.”

As though he had planted a landmine, the entire room fell into a whisper as they watched the two, all their expressions frantic. Even Hasegawa paused with a donut halfway into his mouth as his eyes rapidly switched from Naruto’s face to the boy’s. It wasn’t going to faze Naruto, though. Truthfully, he despised people who wanted to start drama simply because they felt they had the power to. It was incredibly narcissistic and selfish, and he wasn’t going to let anything like that ruin the flow of their cast’s relationship with each other. He waited, tapping his finger once, twice, then thrice, on the glass table before them.

“Yuuki,” the boy finally said, putting his phone away in his pocket and clenching his jaw.

“What?”

“Takashi Yuuki,” he said, his voice significantly smaller, “it’s nice to meet you.”

Even with his politeness, the room Naruto sat in did not move a muscle. Maybe they were waiting for a cold-blooded, low blow comment from the teenager, but it never came. Placing his hands on the table, Yuuki hung his head low and refused to make eye contact with Naruto. It didn’t seem as though he was afraid, but there was definitely something different and maybe even a little unnerving about the way he seemed to keep everyone on their toes. Naruto sighed, then smiled.

“Yuuki, huh,” he said, “nice to meet you, kid.”

After the initial shock, Yuuki nodded and stood up, heading towards the food table. The rest of the cast stared at Naruto, their expressions showcasing an incredulous sense of disbelief. He shrugged — it’s not like the kid wasn’t human. Even just by that first encounter, the obvious problem with Yuuki was more that he was heavily misunderstood. Naruto smiled reassuringly at his cast and broke the silence by enthusing about the sweets before him, making everyone ease up and laugh. They each took their seats and gossiped amongst themselves, with Hasegawa laughing along with them. Subtly glancing over at Yuuki, Naruto felt a knot in his stomach form when he saw the frail, pale boy brush his fingers over the half-eaten plate of cookies, then retract and grabbed the healthier egg salad instead.

“Um,” Yuuki said without looking at anyone in particular, “are there any more donuts? I’d like a few.”

One of the writers smiled and motioned for him to come closer to her, holding out her plate of donuts. She was a larger woman, and her smile was bright as she offered a chocolate glazed donut to the boy, already seemingly comfortable with his quiet and reserved nature. “Ah, you’re so lucky, Takashi-kun!”

“Lucky?” he said, his voice embarrassed.

“You can eat so much and not get fat! I’m jealous!”

“Kana,” Hasegawa chuckled, “you love eating, you wouldn’t give that up for anything.”

“I know, but it must be really great to be able to eat whatever you want, and not feel bad about it!”

The room boomed with laughter and Naruto watched as the corners of Yuuki’s lips lifted, but fidgeting in his left hand against his sweater piqued the curiosity of the blonde-haired man who slowly chewed on his food. Maybe he was just making speculations, but it was a possibility that the reason the kid was so closed off was because from the very start, people would act like they knew him when they didn’t know a single thing about him. Perhaps his facade was a little less destructive, but Naruto knew that he was seeing someone else in place of Yuuki. In fact, he could see it more than clearly as he watched the way his smile didn’t touch his eyes.

As though she knew what he was thinking, Naruto’s phone vibrated and he quickly read the subject line from Sakura, saying that she was going to be home late because she was going to work extra hard on her current case at the office. Without so much as a frown, Naruto simply closed his eyes and composed himself while laughter continued to bounce off the walls. This was a perfect opportunity for him to work harder, to distract himself from the troubles of home. When he opened his eyes, he caught Yuuki staring at him with a curious glint and he knew that somehow, calling out this kid the way he did was either a mistake or a blessing. Still, he smiled at the kid, to which he turned away and pretended he was checking if there was dirt under his nails.

Naruto smirked.

“Okay, guys,” Hasegawa sighed, “I want everyone to get in their element, do whatever they have to do in order to make this pilot episode go out with a bang!”

“Shouldn’t we all do it together so it’s more synchronized?” Naruto asked.

“Eventually, yeah,” he replied, “but I want everyone to feel like they know what they’re doing, especially Yuuki, since he’s not entirely sure how this dynamic works with this cast.”

“I don’t need to learn to be comfortable,” Yuuki said blatantly, but it didn’t match his confused expression.

“Please,” Hasegawa said firmly, “I just need some time to picture how I want this to go, and I want you guys to help me make it something worth remembering.”

“Hasegawa —“

“Plus, Naruto can be like your actual older brother, if you give him a chance.”

Glancing at Naruto, Yuuki rolled his eyes and sighed, though he made no protest nor did he ask if he could do something else. Taking his script with him as they left the meeting room and walked towards the coffee room near the set, it occurred to Naruto that he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with Yuuki. Especially if he was going to showcase his attitude this way. Still, even as Yuuki neatly pulled out his script and set it before him, he seemed prim and proper. Naruto glanced at the seemingly untouched paper and raised an eyebrow, wondering if he even attempted reading the script. Yuuki looked up at him, his expression blank.

“Have you even opened that thing?” Naruto chuckled.

“I look at it all the time.”

“So,” Naruto said as he slapped his script onto the table, “why does it look like you just printed it out like some school essay?”

At first, Yuuki didn’t seem like he wanted to answer the question. His fingers carefully turned the pages to reveal brightly coloured highlights across the text and Naruto felt his jaw drop just the slightest fraction of an inch at the sight before him. Clearing his throat, he felt embarrassed as he leafed through his battered up script, remembering a time when he was the bad student who didn’t know how to be organized. For a split second when he looked up at the boy, he could've sworn he saw him fighting a smirk.

“I like keeping things in order,” Yuuki finally said, his voice level, “since it’s better to know what you’re doing and not make mistakes.”

“Mistakes?” Naruto asked, his tone surprised, “But you’re an actor. It’s perfectly reasonable to make mistakes.”

Yuuki paused, his finger pausing on a page before turning it. “Sure,” he said casually, “but I still try to refrain from that.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “I just don't like lashing out sometimes.”

“You’re pretty conventional, huh?” Naruto said, raising his eyebrows.

“Better conventional than unconventional,” Yuuki replied coldly, “at least this way, no one can reprimand me for being different.”

At his words, Naruto couldn’t help but feel like Yuuki was putting too much pressure on himself as an individual as well as an actor. Drawing in a breath through his nose, Naruto stretched and felt the knots in his back crack, to which he sighed and leaned against his chair, his brow furrowed. Yuuki was seemingly glaring at him, but when Naruto began to open his mouth, the boy looked away.

“You know,” Naruto began, “it’s not a fault to be told you’re wrong.”

“I know.”

“Then why do you act like you don’t?”

“I just think,” Yuuki said as he moved to rest his chin in his palm, “it’s too much effort to be social, sometimes.”

Naruto chuckled. “You have a lot of girl fans, you know.”

“Yeah,” Yuuki grinned, “but that’s normal when you’re in this line of work.”

“Line of work?” Naruto laughed, “Kid, you’re an actor. You are allowed to lighten up, you know.”

Without another word, Yuuki glanced up at Naruto through his long lashes before he shook his head, cleared his throat, and was very visibly just trying to get today’s work done and over with. It was becoming clear that what Hasegawa had said over the phone was true, but it was only half of the truth. There had to be a reason that Yuuki acted the way he was, and there were a myriad of possibilities that Naruto could explore just by looking at him. He could have a god complex in which he felt he was above everyone, he could have an inferiority complex in which he disliked the fact that there might be people who were better at their job than he was. Although, realistically, Yuuki’s issues were probably more deep-rooted than that. Naruto wasn’t one to pry, but if he knew mental health well — and at the very least, he was trying to — then it was very possible that Yuuki was simply a talented kid who had a family that didn’t support what he loved doing. What he needed wasn’t for people to treat him like an anomaly, but for people to treat him like he was a person, too.

“You ready to start?” Yuuki said, his fingers tapping against the table lightly.

Offering his brightest smile, Naruto leaned forward and caught Yuuki’s gaze. “Whenever you are, little brother.”

8PM was considered an early time to be let out of work, which meant that Naruto had plenty of time to hit the city and go to his favorite bar and grab some food before he headed home where he would continue to work hard until Sakura came home. Back when he was just starting out and before he had received any recognition, this would have been a boys’ night out with a few of his friends who were also working hard and acting in anything they found to be interesting. He sat next to a red-haired man whose face was one that his fans fawned over, what with his high cheekbones and prominent jaw. Holding a glass of whiskey, he turned to face Naruto, his expression curious. Never would Naruto have thought that Gaara, Vanity Fair’s ‘Hottest Hunk’ of the year, would be one of his closest friends.

Being an actor was pretty wild.

“So the kid’s just got attitude problems, then,” Gaara speculated.

“Not really,” Naruto mused, “I seriously think he just has trouble communicating in an appropriate way.”

“Aren’t people like that sociopathic?”

“Not necessarily,” Naruto sighed, “but I gotta admit that he’ll make ‘Honey’ more interesting.”

Without a word, Gaara made eye contact with the female bartender, smiled, and ordered another whiskey. Watching him, Naruto felt as though he was watching a magician perform his tricks, except this was more of a private show than a public one. Sure enough, the bartender had smiled and blushed as she whipped out another glass, her face hiding behind her long hair. Leaning back in his chair, Gaara sighed as he closed his eyes. While Naruto knew a lot of the city’s most prominent actors personally, it was rare that he was able to sit down with them and have a normal conversation like old buddies would. The man that sat beside him was considered eccentric, and perhaps part of his charm was that he was silent. That seemed to be a quality a lot of fans looked for, anyway.

“I almost can’t believe how crazy this all is,” Gaara said, the corners of his lips soft and spreading his mouth into a small smile, “we used to be nobodies and now, here we are.”

“We didn’t get here by sheer luck,” Naruto reminded him, “we all worked our asses off.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t think people would love me,” Naruto chuckled, “it seems so surreal.”

“I know what you mean,” Gaara nodded, “it’s hard to forget that we know we’re normal, but our fans think the opposite.”

“They’re called fans for a reason,” Naruto chuckled, “and I believe your popularity really started to skyrocket after you started to do romantic comedies.”

“What can I say? I apparently suit the brooding, mysterious type.”

In comfortable silence, they continued gulping down their glasses as they watched people come in and out of the bar, probably looking for something to do because they didn’t want to be at home. Naruto’s mind wandered to the woman he always came home to, whose smile used to always seem genuine, and whose hands now seemed a lot colder than they used to. He figured that she would be hungry as soon as she came through the door, but the question of whether or not she would admit it was a blur. Naruto frowned at the thought.

“How’s your girlfriend doing?” Gaara asked as he took another sip, “Still a fan of mine?”

Naruto laughed. “As loyal as ever.”

“You really lucked out.”

“I’m sure there have been some people you’ve dated that were special to you,” Naruto said easily.

“I guess,” Gaara shrugged, “but they always love me more than I love them.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” the redhead replied, raising an eyebrow, “I’m just not used to it.”

Pulling out his phone, Naruto checked the time and exhaled sharply through his mouth when he saw that Sakura had left no recent message. He rubbed his temple and asked for another drink, his anxiety and concern growing even bigger the longer she waited to tell him her biggest secret. Feeling Gaara’s gaze on him, he pretended to be engrossed in reading something on his phone, and if the guy wasn’t buying it, he certainly wasn’t letting on. Pulling an envelope out of his coat pocket, Gaara set it on the table and waited for Naruto to look at him, which admittedly, was not a long wait, since Naruto was often intimidated by his stares.

“Speaking of fans,” Gaara began, “I got some tickets for my most recent movie premier.”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t really have anyone to give them to,” he continued, “but since Sakura is a huge fan, I figured she’d love this.”

Pulling the tickets out of its envelope, Naruto’s eyes fell upon the date and he frowned.

“I don’t think we can come.”

“Why not? It’s free tickets.”

“That’s Sakura’s birthday,” Naruto replied, “and I kinda wanted to make it special since we’ve both been busy lately.”

Gaara hummed as he closed his eyes, an indication that he was thinking of a solution that just might (secretly) help Naruto out. Out of all his friends in the city that had met Sakura, Gaara was the one who Naruto turned to whenever he messed up royally, or when he didn’t know what to get for a gift for an anniversary, or even help him with something simple like telling him which florist had the sweetest roses. He was a gem, and it probably wasn’t a coincidence that Sakura ended up being a fan of his. Not only was he a wonderful actor, but he was also a kindhearted, compassionate person who appreciated his fans beyond repair. A lot of the time, Naruto felt that he and Gaara were on the same wavelength whenever it came to their respective careers.

“What were you gonna give her?” Gaara mused.

“I bought these diamond earrings,” Naruto said hesitantly, “but I feel like that’s a little cliché.”

“Nah,” Gaara laughed, “that’s pretty classic. But I think you need to add something more.”

“Like what?”

Having ordered another drink, Gaara leaned into Naruto and flashed the movie tickets before his face, his expression smug. “Take her to the premier.”

“God damn —“

“Listen first,” Gaara laughed, “you take her to the premier first. When it’s all over, do something for her that you haven’t done in a while.”

“But I do everything for her as often as I can.”

“I’m talking about something that will remind her why she fell in love with you in the first place, you dingus.”

“Well, that’s…”

“It can be anything,” Gaara said as he waved his hand as though the mere idea of romance wasn’t a big deal, “but whatever it is, make it extra.”

“How extra?”

“The usual: candles, flowers, wine — that kind of stuff.”

Naruto laughed. “You the expert now, just because your specialty is romantic comedies?”

Laughter rang in Naruto’s ears and Gaara smiled as he pushed the tickets back into the envelope, handing it over to Naruto firmly. It was a clear indication that there was no way he was going to let Naruto refuse. He rolled his eyes as the redhead next to him pushed the envelope in his face, a tactic that most people wouldn’t expect him to execute, especially because he was the quiet type. If Gaara wanted something to go his way, it would, within reason, definitely go his way. Naruto sighed.

“Why don’t you do this for girls you date?” Naruto asked as he pushed the envelope into his coat pocket.

“Dunno,” Gaara shrugged, “probably because I don’t see myself marrying them.”

Naruto cocked an eyebrow in question.

“Yes, Naruto,” Gaara sighed, “I see you marrying her. That’s why I always help you with shit like this.”

Clearing his throat, Naruto ordered another drink as he felt a heavy sense of guilt settle into his stomach. A lot of the time, when things were hard for both her and him, he sometimes felt that maybe he wasn't competent enough to keep their relationship as a force of strength for both of them. He knew that without her, his tenacity to work harder to become better would be reduced to mere wishes, and that would cause him to think that maybe, he wasn’t cut out to be great. Throughout the years that he struggled and needed her support, she made him a better man. Yet, when he thought about what he’d done for her, he couldn’t help but worry that he wasn’t making her a better person. After all, there were things about her that hadn’t changed since he met her, like her need to hide the things that were bad for her from him, and acting like she was perfectly fine. Fingering the rim of his glass, Naruto looked at himself in the reflection of his drink as though it would give him answers.

Sakura often thought it would.

“Something on your mind?” Gaara said softly.

“Nah,” Naruto breathed, “I think things are just hard right now.”

“They’re never easy.”

“That’s true, but this is different.”

“Why?”

Naruto hesitated for a second, his brow furrowing. “She recently lost her father.”

No words left Gaara’s lips as he turned to look at Naruto, his own expression filled with remorse.

“That must be rough,” he whispered.

“She was close to him,” Naruto nodded, “and now, she’s resorted to doing things that are bad for her because she thinks it’s going to make her feel better.”

“Have you talked to her about it?”

Letting a sad smile spread across his lips, Naruto shook his head. “I found hunger-suppressing pills in her drawer the other day.”

“Seriously?”

“I don’t know what to do,” Naruto laughed, “but whatever it is I’m doing now, it’s probably wrong.”

“That’s probably the furthest thing from the truth,” Gaara offered, “and it’s probably ‘cause this is just how she deals with grief.”

“I know people deal with it differently.”

“Then, just be there for her.” Gaara pulled out his wallet and flashed out a platinum card. “Show her you still love her.”

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Naruto stood up and reached into his pocket as he composed himself to leave. Although they never exchanged words of gratitude or encouragement, Naruto was well aware of the fact that Gaara would always look out for him, no matter how renowned he would be on the big screen. Patting him on the shoulder, Naruto walked towards the exit and pushed the door open, feeling like there was more to himself and his relationship with Sakura that he had yet to understand, even after being with her for so long. Pulling out his phone, he smiled when he read the name, already feeling more at ease.

“Hey, babe,” he said.

“Hi,” Sakura chimed, clearly smiling into the phone, “I got off earlier than I thought I would. You up for some ramen?”

Stopping in his tracks, Naruto smiled as he spotted a woman in her cream trench coat walking towards their apartment, her suitcase in hand, her high heels clacking against the sidewalk, and her pink hair done up in a simple bun. As if it were possible, he felt his heart swell even bigger than it normally would as he watched her reach for her keys inside her bag. Maybe everyone was right in that he was being too hard on himself, just like she would be harsh with herself, too. After having been through so much with her, he couldn’t imagine that they weren’t going to be okay, that they weren’t made for each other. He pressed the receiver closer to his lips as he walked towards her, his anxieties being stripped from him just at the sound of her voice.

“You know,” he said as he came close enough for her to hear him right behind her, “I’d never turn down free ramen.”

“Naruto,” Sakura called out, exasperated, “we’re going to be late!”

Standing before the mirror in their bedroom, Naruto adjusted his tie and opened the drawer before him, pulling out a black box and stuffing it into his suit pocket. With one last look at his appearance, he smiled and turned off the lights, stepping out into the living room to find his girlfriend with her hands on her hips, her bottom lip in a pout.

“What’s the rush? We have another hour before it starts.”

“That’s not the point,” she sighed, “we wanna get there so we have time to take photos with Gaara!”

Planting a kiss on her cheek, Naruto laced his fingers through hers and led her to the door, his nerves frayed from being so nervous. Before tonight, he had made the necessary calls and already gave a spare key to both Sasuke and Ino so that they could come in while they were at the movie premier.

“Are you okay?” Sakura asked as she tightened her grip around his hand.

“Yeah,” he smiled, “just worried that you think this is kind of lame.”

Sakura laughed. “No, I think it’s great. Especially since it’s one of Gaara’s movies.”

“He insisted that I take the free tickets, you know.”

“You’re joking!”

Naruto shook his head and pressed the button for the elevator. Glancing over at Sakura, he couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked, with her hair in loose curls and her little black dress reaching just above her knees. With softened eyes, he pulled out the black box that was sitting in his pocket, his heart beating fast.

“Do you want your present?”

“What kind of question is that?”

Naruto chuckled as he opened the box, revealing square diamond studs, fitting perfectly on the cushion for plain eyes to see and admire. Spearmint eyes widened and brimmed with tears as she looked at him, her expression absolutely touched.

“Happy birthday, Sakura-chan.”

“Diamond earrings?” she whispered, “Are you sure this is okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“It’s just so expensive…”

The elevator doors opened and pulling her inside, he held her against him as he kissed her temple and gestured for her to put them on. With trembling hands and a soft smile on her face, Sakura carefully pushed the earrings through her ear piercings, watching his face as she snagged them into place. Brushing her hair to the side, she silently asked him if they were a perfect match, and feeling his face soften, Naruto nodded.

“Perfect,” he murmured, “just like their owner.”

The drive to the theatre was unsurprisingly short, but when Naruto handed his keys to the valet, he begrudgingly admitted that Sakura was right in that there was way too many people lining up for photos with the star, to post on social media. With a cheeky smile, he apologised and guided her through the crowd, hoping that at the very least, if they didn’t get photos, they would be one of the first ones in the theatre. Trying to keep a low profile, Naruto kept his face down as he pushed through the swarm of paparazzi, gripping tighter to Sakura’s hand, when he runs into a paparazzi whose camera wasn’t aimed towards the cast of the movie.

“Oh my god,” he shouted, “it’s Uzumaki Naruto! Hey, over here!”

“Seriously?” Naruto grumbled under his breath as he tried to push past the unwanted cameras.

“Look here!”

“No, here!”

“Give us a smile, Naruto!”

With teeth clenched, he kept stepping forward, pretending they weren’t there.

“Ms. Haruno, lovely seeing you at the premier!” another male voice sounded, and when Naruto turned around, he was holding a camera that he knew was airing the event live.

Uh-oh, he thought.

“That’s a gorgeous dress,” the schmuck smirked, “but I bet what’s hiding underneath it is so much hotter.”

Whipping his head head towards the sleazy cameraman, Naruto’s adrenaline began rushing when he saw Sakura’s face: filled with fear and humility. Keeping his hand in hers, he walked towards the paparazzi, his eyes already seeing blood as with his free hand, he pulled it back and could already feel how satisfying it would be once his fist made contact with his big, crooked nose —

“I think it’s a good idea for you get out of here,” a warm, welcoming voice said sweetly as he stood between Naruto and the camera. “because you wouldn’t want to cause a scene that could get you fired, right?”

“You think you’re so great,” the cameraman smirked, “our show gets one of the highest viewers who love to watch celebrities fuck up.”

“Celebrities fuck up because they’re human,” Gaara replied smugly, “but couldn’t attacking someone who’s not a celebrity get you fired for sexual assault? That is, considering she decides to sue.”

The couple watched as Gaara laid out an ultimatum for a man who was clearly not well-trenched in his job, and they continued to watch in awe as he scoffed and walked away, never looking back once, and not even attempting to get a photo or video clip. Naruto sighed, the rush of anger making him suddenly feel fatigued.

“Thanks for that,” Naruto said, “I seriously would’ve beat the shit out of him.”

“You know that won’t fly well as a celebrity,” Gaara lectured, “you could seriously get sued for an altercation like that.”

“I couldn’t help it,” Naruto rolled his eyes, “he was so blatantly objectifying her. How could I just let that go?”

“Oh,” Sakura chimed in, “I’m fine, though. Thanks for saving his ass, though.”

A laugh rumbled through the redhead’s body as he guided the couple towards the entrance, his hands on each of their backs. “I’m glad you guys could make it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Naruto grinned.

“Technically, this counts as a present from you, right?” Sakura joked.

“If you prefer seeing it that way, sure,” Gaara replied innocently, “but I still think your boyfriend deserves credit. He loves you, after all.”

Flashes from the cameras were constantly going off as countless shots of Gaara and his cast were being taken, with a few extra ones of Naruto and Sakura, and before he could compose himself, the doors were opened and Naruto, with his girlfriend’s hand in his, was being guided towards the seats furthest away from the screen. Gaara offered him a kind smile as they settled in, then wished Sakura a happy birthday and a wonderful year, winking at her as he spoke. She laughed as she placed her hand comfortably in Naruto’s, her skin soft and warm. As the lights lowered and the chatter of the theatre came to a halt, he turned his head towards hers and found that she was already looking at him. Softly, he smiled.

“I love you,” he mouthed.

“I love you,” she whispered, then raised their hands and kissed his knuckles.

Through the abundance of viewers that were laughing so hard that some of them began wheezing, everyone left the theatre feeling, at the very least, entertained, and at the very most, like their stomachs were going to burst from laughter. Although romantic comedies were meant to be cheesy, the trend in which the jokes were dry and crass was a modern statement on what the media was turning into, and such thoughts were making Naruto feel as though he was having an existential crisis. He watched as fans addressed Gaara and asked for a photo with him, for his signature, for a kiss on the cheek — and he couldn’t help but smile at the notion that this was the kind of life they were both living now. Even though it had been awhile since they both started out by acting in small-town theatres, they both, by some miracle, made it onto the road to fame through sheer sweat and tears. It was almost bittersweet, especially as he watched Gaara smile for photos and thank his fans for always supporting him.

Naruto felt Sakura’s hand squeeze his and he smiled when she leaned against him.

“That was fun,” she said, the lines of her face relaxed, “I can’t remember the last time I laughed really hard at a movie.”

“I’m glad I got to take you out for your birthday.”

“Yeah, it was definitely a fun night.”

After hearing her sigh, he couldn’t help but feel cheeky. “You know,” he began, “the night’s not over.”

“Are you seriously suggesting,” Sakura retorted, “that we go clubbing?”

“Who said anything about clubbing?” he chuckled, “I was thinking something a little more personal.”

As Sakura walked over to Gaara and gave him a hug, Naruto used the few seconds that he had to check his messages to find that Ino had given the okay for them to come home, and that all the preparations were complete. He smiled as he put his phone away and gave a look to his redheaded friend whose arms were encircling Sakura.

“Thanks for coming, guys,” Gaara said, his tone kind, “I really appreciate it.”

“Any time you need us, you can always call!” Sakura smiled.

“Yeah,” Naruto said as he drew in a deep breath, “I’m proud of you.”

With a pointed look and a brief hug, Gaara quietly wished Naruto good luck and walked off, leaving the two near the valet as they waited for the car. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, Naruto rested his chin on her head, making her laugh. Really, all he could think about was whether or not Sasuke and Ino made it out of their apartment in time.

“What do you have in mind for the rest of the night?” Sakura asked as they buckled into their seats.

“That’s a surprise, Princess.”

“Naruto —“

“It’s your birthday,” he said as-matter-of-factly, “let me call you that at least once a year, will ya?”

Sighing, she settled into her seat and closed her eyes, resting them for the short distance they drove to get home. The car was silent the entire way but the nerves bunching up inside Naruto were louder than ever. After all the years that they were together, there were days when he was more in love with her than he thought possible, and when his heart felt full the way it did at that moment, he felt as though he was falling in love with her all over again. Naruto understood that what they had was rare, and people spent their whole lives looking for something half as good, but often came short. An action as simple as tucking her hair behind her ear made him feel as though he got way too lucky, and despite the fact that she kept her relapse a secret, he knew that she was trying.

“What’s waiting for us upstairs?” Sakura mused as they stepped into the elevator.

“It won’t be a surprise if I tell you.”

“Will it give me a heart attack?”

Naruto chuckled. “I doubt it.”

When the elevator reached their floor, Naruto’s heart began picking up its pace again, and he had to fight every urge to run away from all the arrangements he made, to pretend that whatever was in their apartment didn’t actually exist. He took a deep breath as he unlocked the door, but his hand did not push it open. Looking over at Sakura’s concerned expression, he felt like he had a million things to say, a thousand different ways to tell her that he appreciated her and that he believed in her, but when no words left his lips, she touched his arm and silently asked if everything was alright.

“What you’re about to see,” he started, “I want you to picture it like the first time you fell in love with me.”

“The first time…?” Sakura murmured, but wasn’t given enough time to finish the thought.

As soon as Naruto pushed the door open, he knew he wasn’t going to regret asking Ino and Sasuke for another favour like this in the future. The walls near the balcony overlooking the city streets were lined with fairy lights, and their sofa was pushed to the side, leaving a large, empty space in the middle of the living room for whatever they wanted to turn it into. Sakura’s eyes moved to the bottle of wine on the coffee table and took three steps forward, her breath caught in her throat. Naruto watched with intent as he reached for the remote for the newly installed stereo system, his heart skipping a beat as the music played and the love of his life whirled around to look at him, tears filling her eyes.

“What is this?” she asked quietly.

“I know this is going to sound stupid,” he explained, “but things have been so hard for you lately, and I wanted you to remember that it’s always us against the world.”

Kissing her cheek, he ran his fingers through her hair. “At the end of the day, no matter where we are, it’ll be just us.”

Pulling her hands into his, he led her to the space near the balcony where the lights shone the brightest, and if Sakura thought she was going to cry, Naruto could already feel his throat close up. He pressed his forehead against hers and wrapped his arms around her waist, wordlessly reminding her time and time again that the tiniest actions from her could cause his heart to beat faster than anything else. She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You want me to think of it like the first time?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know what I was thinking when I realised I was in love with you?”

Naruto shook his head, then moved his lips to her forehead, planting a soft kiss there. “What were you thinking?”

The music softly played their heart strings like they were instruments, every nuance placing them in a trance-like state in which nothing else mattered. Closing her eyes, Sakura breathed her contentment, and just like the first time he loved her, he pressed his mouth against hers, emitting a soft laugh from her as she remembered everything with him. Softly, she kissed him as they twirled slowly around the room, the fates weaving their hearts back to each other.

“That night,” Sakura whispered, “when I was falling asleep next to you, I felt something shifting.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like every time I looked at you,” Sakura moved her hands to either side of his face, the resolve in her eyes becoming prominent and truer than anything else she believed in, “I knew that you were what I was looking for.”

Naruto blinked.

“I was…”

“Yes.”

“You…”

“Exactly what I was looking for.”

As though he was having an epiphany for the first time in his life, the weight of her words did things to his heart, to his limbs, to the way he held her, and he was entirely sure that the overwhelming sensation of falling in love had bled out into their entire apartment. Her eyes were suddenly more beautiful, her skin warmer, and her words sweeter. Sakura wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest, mumbling about how mortified she was at the prospect that she felt something so intensely, so purely, and he felt his heart settle into his chest, like he could breathe again.

“Hey,” he whispered, meeting her eyes, “no more getting embarrassed, right?”

Moving a hand to stroke his face, Sakura teared up and smiled. “Right.”

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firephox · 7 years ago

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Why are you reblogging mental illness posts, you of all privileged people don't know what real mental illness is.

I don’t know where you are getting I am “privileged” from, and mental illness comes in all forms. I drove myself fucking insane and still contemplate suicide to this day. I’m going to share my story with you, Anon, in hopes that you are listening. I’m going to add a “read more” because it’s going to be a long one. I’m only sharing this so people like you will understand that mental illness is a struggle.

My parents were very mentally abusive and strict, preventing me from doing any normal teenage activities and even going so far as to monitor my texts. I had to delete my facebook app whenever they asked to check my phone. They wouldn’t let me leave the house from the ages of 10-17 unless I was going to school. I never got to experience normal teenage life which caused me to develop severe anxiety, depression and dissociative disorder.I couldn’t even do extra curricular activities because my mother wouldn’t let me stay after school. My mother wouldn’t even let me take the city bus, which was quicker, so I had to take the school bus with a bunch of middle schoolers. I wasn’t even allowed to get my drivers license. I don’t know why, she just kept saying I wasn’t allowed. She stayed up really late at night too so I couldn’t even sneak out or escape.

My mother was ByPolar, and had PTSD, and refused to get treatment. When she was in her “bad” moments, she would get extremely angry over the littlest things. Like once I forgot to refill the ice trays and she got so mad that she threw them across the kitchen into the sink and started going on about “how she does so much for us and that we were ungrateful brats”. That was just one of the hundreds of incidents living with my ByPolar parent. Now that I am an adult I am too afraid to do anything on my own and always fear if my mother will be mad if I do something. Her issues began ruining her marriage, and she became so bitter that she drove my father away, and into the arms of another woman. My mother was very mentally abusive and drove him insane. My parents fought a lot, sometimes until 6 AM and my father had to get up for work at 7. I could never sleep because of the fighting half the time. I never really liked my father because he was barely around, but I felt so bad for him. My mother also favored my little sister a lot more and never ever disciplined my little brother. he has since become a spoiled brat. I used to always get in trouble if anything happened to him and he would always rat me out for every single thing I did. I never had a good relationship with my siblings. It was always a battle for who could be the best child and get all the attention.

We grew up poor, and lived in a mobile home in the “shitty” part of town. The drywall on my ceiling caved in once and we found mold everywhere in the insulation. Every year during the spring I had a massive leak in my wall so the water would stream down like a waterfall. It would have costed too much to fix so we just dealt with a shitty house. My highschool was all the way on the other side of town and was a 20 minute drive every morning and afternoon. During the 11th grade, I wasn’t allowed to take the school bus anymore and she had to drive me to school, but she hated mornings and half the time she slept in so I missed a lot of school. Which led to a lot of missed classes and a lot of homework. My mother never answered the phone to numbers she didn’t know, and she never ever went to my parent teacher interviews, so when the school would call it didn’t matter.

I started making friends in the 9th grade, a single friend who I miss very dearly. Lets call her… Julie. We both loved anime and art, I learned a lot of my techniques from her. One time she texted me saying she was going to the movies and really wanted me to go see Divergent with her, but my mother was taking a nap and I would have gotten in shit if I woke her up to ask. So I didn’t bother. I cried. Julie was such a good friend and threw a massive sleepover party during that summer with some other friends, and really wanted me to come, but yet again, I had to make an excuse because my mother would never let me stay at “strangers” house. They posted pictures on facebook of them hanging out at the waterpark and camping in their backyard. I cried because of that too. Those were just a couple incidents with Julie. I hung out with her at school a lot though. We had some good times during lunch and art class.

The 10th grade was… okay, I had a great English teacher (Mrs. B) who really liked me and told me my writing was amazing. She even offered to publish a short story I had written, but I declined. She was the only teacher I had ever had that praised me for something. My science teacher (Mr. S) on the other hand was a prick. If I came to class 2 minutes late he would kick me out and tell me I was never going to succeed in life and that I would be homeless or living in my mother’s basement. He never believed you if you said you had learning disabilities or couldn’t understand something. If you got an answer wrong, he would make fun of you in front of the whole class. He also did not believe that art was a job and would degrade students who enjoyed it. I was finishing a sketch for art class in my science class once and he actually took my sketch book from me and locked it in his desk. I never got it back. I worked really hard on it too. I failed his class and was forced to enter a science class for “slow” children. That crushed my self esteem 100%. I also failed Mrs. M’s Math class that year because I literally cannot even comprehend times tables. I’m so stupid.

During the late end of the 10th grade, I got a friend request on Facebook from a guy. His name can be… James. He began messaging me and apparently he was a student in the same English class as me and we had the same interests. We were also mutual friends. We became friends and slowly he introduced me to his group of friends who all sat at the same table during lunch. They played Magic, D&D, and other card games, and I felt so happy because I finally knew some people who also played these games. I didn’t realize that slowly I was leaving my old friend Julie for these new kids. I think that really hurt her and I am sorry. So James and I began talking more and more on FB messenger and at lunch.

Over the summer we sent each other thousands of messages. Probably hitting the 11,000 mark. I began to depend on his messages because they gave me comfort when my parent’s were fighting or when I felt like dying. Soon I began to feel very stir crazy locked in my own house because I was not allowed to go anywhere unless my mother was with me. I became so depressed that I would curl into a fetal position on my floor and cry until my lungs hurt. Quietly however, as I was terrified to think what would have happened if my mother heard me crying. The only time away I got from myself was when I would take my dog for a walk. That was the only time I was allowed to leave the house. I rescued my dog, and my mom hated the dog because she barked and was too big. That dog probably saved my life countless times, she would snuggle with me every time I wanted to kill myself. She was a big 120 pound akita mix, who was very protective of me, but she was not friendly so I would have to hike for an hour into the deep woods just to let her off the leash. She was always attached to me and would whine and bark when I got into arguments with my mom. I remember once just hiking until I was lost, flopping down in the snow, and looking up at the evening sky with my dog sitting beside me. My dissociative disorder was so bad then it always felt like nothing was real and that I was in a dream. The trees didn’t even look real, but I knew they were trees. The snowflakes falling didn’t even feel like they were coming near me.

James began asking if we could hang out, and I would always have to come up with excuses. When the 11th grade picked up, I found out I was in James’ History class and started to like him. I became so attached to him that I actively depended on him. I fell so hard for him that I literally couldn’t even look at him. This was bad. Art class that year I became friends with a punk, rebelious girl named Shelly. She was hot and influenced me very badly. She had a boyfriend and would actually message me selfies with condoms every time she was going to have sex. I was only friends with her because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings by saying I didn’t want to hang out. This, paired with what was going on at home was bullshit. She would cut her wrists and legs for attention and tell everyone about it and make it seem like she was so emo. She was never really depressed, she did it for show and actually told me that.

She negatively influenced my life so much, I began skipping my science and math classes just to hang out with her around town. I only did this because my mother would never have caught me since our house was all the way on the other side of town. she even forced me to try smoking weed once and I don’t know what the hell it was laced with but my heart began palpitating so much I could see it on my chest and I had a severe panic attack. I don’t even remember what the fuck happened after that I just remember coming to in my English class.

I got a job working at a fast food restaraunt and bought myself a cheap laptop and wacom tablet. I would skip my lunch and 3rd period class just to hang out with James, he ended up manipulating me into things I didn’t want to do. I didn’t want to miss my art classes, but it was the period that James had a free block so he would usually walk home. I began going with him. I really hate talking about this part, since it’s really what hurt me the most. His parents worked during the day, so when I would skip class to go home with him, the house would be empty. It was friendly at first, and we would just watch tv or play games. He wasn’t the nicest person either, he would make fun of me sometimes. I told him I wanted to be a Journalist but he said they never made any money and I should pick a job that society really needs. Those weren’t the only times he was a dick.

Eventually it led to things happening that I wasn’t ready for. I went along with it because I was afraid of losing him, and that security. I felt awful. So far as to lose my virginity to him. I didn’t want to and it was very painful. I even said no, but he insisted. This is so cringey and awkward to explain. He was like 6′1″ and heavily build, and I was 5′1″ and maybe 120 at the time. It was so awkward to walk back to school after that and then get picked up by my mother haha. After that time we messaged on facebook for another week and suddenly we stopped talking. It was nearly the end of the school year and he would avoid me every time I saw him. He was so ahead in History class that he didn’t even need to go so I never saw him again. I wondered if it was something I did or said that made him hate me. Ugh… I regret it to this day and I still haven’t told anyone. My mother makes me feel so bad about it and highly degrades women who have sex before marriage. I was 16 and lonely!

Over the summer after the 11th grade, I fell into a dark place. Like really dark. I had all these emotions and no one to talk to. My mother would just judge me and punish me for it. Oh my god I’m even terrified of writing this in fear she will find it. I began bursting out in tears for no reason, staying awake all night and going a week without showering. I would get out of breath just walking and I was always tired. Deeply emotionally exhausted. I would begin making food and give up because It wasn’t worth it, I would look at a sharp object and picture myself stabbing it into my body. I wondered if it really hurt. I even found some baneberries growing in our yard and really thought about eating them since they were highly toxic as stupid as that sounds. I couldn’t even get help for my severe depression and still can’t because that would mean therapy and my mother would need to know why.

So I ended up dropping out of highschool. I couldn’t face going back to that highschool because I was pretty sure he had spread rumors about me. My “friends” just never looked at me the same. I was out of school for a while and my mother got very, very mentally abusive. She would tell me I was ungrateful and explode over every little slip up that I did. She would freak out and say things like “You don’t want to go to school and you don’t want to work so what the fuck do you want”. Which it was those types of things she would do that really hurt me. I never once raised my voice to my mother, we had some arguments but they were pretty one sided, I wasn’t allowed to say anything to her or disagree with her. I was out of school for a few weeks into grade 12 as well, until I heard about a 2nd chance highschool for troubled students. It was right across the road from my old highschool, and everyone always made fun of it and said it was a school for dumb kids. I decided to check it out and I ended up signing up. It was weird at first, since it was set up like a group home, but the school work was a lot easier and I actually understood the math. I felt at ease for once. I was getting a lot done. Until the end of the year rolled around and everyone at the regular highschools were getting ready for grad. No one understands the pain you feel when you see pictures on top of pictures on facebook of your old classmates and friends with their grad dresses and accepting their diplomas and you didn’t get to. I wanted to walk on that stage and prove to the teachers that I was better than they said. I wanted to have fun trying on grad dresses. I wanted to show them that I beat mental illness as I accepted my diploma, but unfortunately I didn’t. It is still very relevant and some of us can’t get help until our situations change. I fucking cried my eyes out when I saw pictures of them having fun at grad. I wish I could go back and redo my entire highschool life. I’m legal age now, so I can’t even go back and get my highschool education without paying a hefty price for it. Lesson learned people, don’t give up on education. It really is important.

I didn’t want to write this but eh, it made me feel a little better. That was my story of how mental illness ruined my life, and how I let it. Anon, if you are reading this, fuck off.

#mental illness #please don't reblog #this was really hard to talk about

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x-avantgarde · 8 years ago

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SHINee World V - Hong Kong Experience!

So hello everyone owo I went to Shinee's World V, Hong Kong stop's concert!! (This is a Kpop post, I know but I will be back for vkei in the future! So please stay tuned!!) :D I bought the tickets really late orz and so before I start, I would like to apologize because I don't really know SHINee that well (I know them but I wasn’t a Shawol or anything) and I went because my mom likes Taemin (and SHINee) a lot XDD (beware of this long ass post haha (it’s 2000+ words orz)

So we arrived at the venue at around 2pm? The merchandise opens at noon but I had this lesson that ends at noon so... We had lunch before we went to the venue (and the place is super far lol, but it's super close to the airport). Me and my mom took the airport express line from Kowloon (Elements?) to Asia World Expo and it was actually pretty quick (~20mins?). But the fare was super expensive OTL (though you get a discount if you show them your concert ticket).

There were A LOT of people lining up for the merch when I got there, but I wanted to get the light stick so badly (because I don't have one? XD) so I just lined up (like whatever haha). The line was super long, the merch was outside but the lines looped into the area where the standing went and waited. Around 30mins in the line I met people from my school lmao XD (so awkward bc we're actually not close?).

There were these people who approached us and asked us when we were in the line about whether we wanted light sticks or not (because they had "a bunch"). It was super fishy so I didn't get any, there were many cases in Kpop concerts where people sold fake light sticks :/// The official ones sold at 80HKD each but those people sold it at 60HKD each :////

After approximately two hours and fifteen minutes, I finally managed to get the merchandise :D Around halfway through the line, the staff gave us this sheet to write down what we wanted. In the end, I spent around 500HKD lmAO. I told myself I would only get the light stick and that was it, but you know what? I ended up getting an Onew fan, Onew key chain and these postcards (rip my money haha but it was so worth it). The Onew key chain is super duper cute!! owo (and yes my favourite member is Onew ouo)

It was around 4pm when we finished getting our merch, so me and my mom decided to go into this (kinda bad) cafe / restaurant place to sit down and eat something. I didn't eat anything because I literally just ate lunch three hours ago X"D Around 4:15, people were starting to line up. There are two places where you can go into the venue, one is on the ground floor, (for people in standing (who already got in) and people from the seating (block 5-13 (aka every block)) in the first rows. (A-M)). I was in block 10 row L so I had to get in on the ground floor.

Around 5:00 we went to line up and get ready to get in. The security was super strict and there were these Japanese girls in front of me who got cut off because they found a camera (but the girl said she went to disneyland and that's why she bought it). They took super long T___T until they finally managed to check my god damn bag. I bought a small-ish backpack but they literally took out everything T______T I understand that they didn't want any cameras inside the venue and stuff, but... uhhh really???

Me and my mom managed to get in, and we walked up the stairs (finally) and found our seats!! :))) On our seats, there was a pack, which included an balloon, a fan (double sided with a member's face) and this banner in Korean //orz what does it mean haha//. I got Key's fan so it's okay /but ugly sobbing because I didn't get Onew T_T/.

It was supposed to start at 6pm but they were super late (because Taemin had this earpiece problem so he kept apologizing during the introduction / first MC T___T (like CHILD ITS OK (let me give you a hug lmao). When the fans sat down, it felt super unreal, and it all felt like a dream. When the lights dimmed and we started screaming and chanting, "SHINEE! SHINEE! SHINEE!" They played a video (to our disappointment haha).

After that Shinee cAME OUT :DD They started with the song Sherlock and it's super good XD But I didn't warm up yet so I was kinda stiff and I didn't scream and all. (For some reason, I felt super awkward). But I was waving my light stick, just enjoying Shinee performing :))

The next song was Married To The Music and I was starting to get more hyped :) I lowkey sang along XDD I think they came out in suits or something (i forgot orz). Then the next song was Juliet (and the chorus is so catchy?!?!) After these three songs, it was MC timeeee! ^^ they started talking about how they haven't been to Hong Kong for a long time (around four years??) so they were really happy to be back. Key mentioned about how HK food was really good or something haha.

(Starting from this part, the order of the songs are going to be all messed up). They changed clothes somewhere after the MC or something like that (they changed way too often!!). I got more warmed up as Reply came up :DD Everyone sang along to it (and dude it's so good hahaha). You know how people would scream when a member's part comes up? That was me when Onew's part came up XD But it felt like I was the only Onew fan in my section because when Onew sings there were nearly NO ONE screaming T__T (It felt lowkey awkward because I would only be hearing my screams hahaha).

Then midway they changed into casual and I swear, Key looks SO GOOD in real life. During Lucifer, I was so hyped hahahaha. Key took off his white jacket because it was "too stiff and too hard to dance in it", and also he was like, "I look better without it". OMG XDD And guess what was underneath his jacket? A grey sleeveless shirt. SLEEVELESS. HE LOOKED SO GOOOD OMG. XD In the middle of the setlist /forgot which song orz/ he made the hand heart and it got onto the mini screen on the side. I got /shot/ in the heart owo.

THIS IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE CONCERT FOR ME HAHA. OKAY. During some song, Minho winked and gave this smooch towards the crowd OMG. AND IT WAS LIKE WINK THEN AIR KISS. /DIES/ WHEN HE DID THAT, I LITERALLY SPAZZED OUT ON MY SEAT HAHAHA, I WAS LIKE 'WHAT IS LIFE?' (He is so extra?!?! X"D)

In the middle of the setlist, (ESPECIALLY DURING Everybody), I got super duper hyped and screamed like crazy whenever it was Onew's part X"D (and also when their choreography was super cool). LIKE WHO CARES, I'M HERE TO HAVE FUN BITCHES XD During Everybody, these Japanese girls (again XD ikr, they have a lot of Japanese fans haha), also got super hyped XDDD Even though we weren't supposed to film, no one honestly gives a shit? (including me lmao). I filmed for around 30s in total XD (just to document the hype and it's the only thing I can hold onto after the concert T_T (other than the merch)).

They also performed Why So Serious, 1 of 1, So Amazing, View (that was aWESOME), Ring ding dong (the crowd was so high XD (including me hahaha)), Prism, Feel Good (CLIMAX OF THE CRAZINESS HAHA), Shift (don't really remember anything XD (except the fact they performed this song). The atmosphere was so awesome!! :))

In around the first quarter? Two members changed first, then the others went. Key, Minho and Taemin stayed first X"D Minho or Key was like, "I'm wondering if any of the members off stage are eating right now (referring to Onew and Jonghyun)" XD Then Onew and Jonghyun came back, wearing silk material / soft / shiny fabric clothes :DD it was so cool haha. (I think they also performed Dream Girl but I don't remember what happened T_T).

(I'm listening to SHINee's songs while typing this up so ahahahahaha) They sang a lot of the slower songs during that silk material clothing part XD (whatever you call it haha). Onew and Jonghyun also sang a duet-- Please Don't Go. This song was so touching and T_T //feels// Onew's voice was so sweet <333 /melts/ (Jonghyun's voice is also good <33) Hopefully Jonghyun's not sick or anything because he struggled a lot with hitting the high notes T___T especially during the duet and Replay QAQ

During Feel Good, oh my... oh my... The lyrics in the chorus, "I can make you feel good" X"D Everyone sang along in that part and I was kind of hesitant but I GAVE UP. So I also sang along and that was sooooo fun. This was one of the songs I like hahahaha. Though I wished they performed Tell Me What To Do because Jonghyun's voice in that song is GREAT.

There were a lot of Key and Taemin fans hahaha. Whenever it would be Key or Taemin's part, girls in my section would be screaming ahahah (like me in Onew's part X"D). And Onew's smile just melts my heart ouo Taemin also did a solo performance, he performed Sayonara Hitori (in Korean). His costume was so cool (there were these ribbons(?) that are sewn onto his sleeves, so whenever he spreads his arms it would look kind of like wings :D There were also these long stripes of red fabric hanging from the ceiling. There were also smoke(?) in the floor to make it even more dreamy <33 When my mom heard that song, she shook my arm excitedly and said, "This is my favourite song from Taemin!!" /lmao/ It was super cool and I enjoyed every single second of it /and I lowkey sang along because it's so good hahaha/

Skipping to Aside!! It was actually when we were supposed to blow up the balloons (which had led lights inside of them). I struggled a lot (because honestly I've never successfully blown a balloon before... until now XD) but the crowd looked super good because of the flashy balloons :DD Even Jonghyun was thankful for what the fans had prepared :DD (because he mentioned it in the ending speech).

Skip skip skip, time for chanting the encore! The fans actually started singing happy birthday (in Korean) to Shinee (as it's nearly their 9th anniversary!) ^_^ Every time we want to start over again (by singing happy birthday), we would all laugh as we don't know when we should start singing again haahaha (if it makes any sense XD). They came out in the moving carts (LIKE FINALLY?!) and the crew played So Amazing in the background. I really wanted to get one of their signed balls (that sounds wrong LMFAO /i'm sorry/) but I didn't manage to get one T_T because Onew and Jonghyun actually tried throwing some to my section but they didn't manage to throw it pass the crew (bc the crew was sandwiched between my section + the moving carts) OTL

/HIGHLIGHT NUMBER 2/ Since Minho was the only one on his cart, he actually stopped in front of my section (directly in front of me) and did the hand heart (like the one you make the heart with your arms + head??) towards my section XD I cried ahaha, and you know what? Before I knew it, MY HANDS AUTOMATICALLY DID AN ARM/HAND HEART BACK TO HIM. HE WAS SMILING SO BRIGHTLY OH MY GOSH. (No one in front of me did a heart back so it's actually possible he might have seen me in the corner of his eyes /dies from happiness/ /but it's okay if he didn't actually see me because giving a heart towards my section is already good enough <333/)

They did the ending speech and they reminded us to support Key's new drama <33 Shinee also told us that they will be back soon (isn't that what all the overseas idols say lmao). And it ended! I was so sad T___T they played a video (or some MV /i forgot/) and in the end the screen said "Thank you and love you" XD It was really touching but my mom had to ruin the moment and said, "Yeah, more like thank you and love your money" LMAO.

It was such a great experience and I have definitely fell in love with Shinee :D (who wouldn't if they attended Shinee's concert haha). It was so different from Visual Kei's lives and I might be doing a comparison in the future so please stay in touch with me! <3

#kpop #shinee #shinee world v #concert experience #kpop concert experience #yaas #live report

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spikeganuelas22 · 5 years ago

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this is a story of how i once cheated on my wife..

whenever a person cheats normally people would judge you and tell other people who you are based on their impression of you when you cheated.. its not a good thing i know.. its nor right, i know.. however, in life sometimes we have to pass that phaes in our life and move on.. learn from it and move forward..

i was a trainer intern back then.. it was my first time handling a class of my own because my colleague left me for a higher post on a different department..

ive experienced the worst in this batch of trainees, like pay dispute, behind topics, always late (like freakin 1 hour and not just 1), and of course absences...

i have these group of trainees that smoke, so of course i smoke with them.. they are a group of friends who always mock each other in a funny way but no one gets mad or angry in short - walang personalan - one of them is Jed.

i am married by the way, to a lesbian.. i really like having crushes and my partner is okay with it. im okay with it if she does have one too.. normally my crushes are lesbian who looks like boys or what we called 'butch'.

Ive been married to my wife for 6 years when this happened.. but we've been together for 7 years.. i love her so much.. we have been encountering some problems but its not that big of a deal.. we never fight over money nor because of third party.. we always deal with those properly and sometimes through joke.. the only thing that i have a problem with is her mom and her mouth.. like she is an overthinker and perfectionist.. lets leave it at that...

so going back.. Jed has become one of my friends inside the training room.. we are yosi buddies and we started joking around that she' my crush because of her co trainees.. they keep on making fun of us that we look good together.. so me being a bully myself, i went with it.. started showing them funny things like when they tease us i act like i am 'kinikilig'. inspite of the struggles i am encountering i try to remove my attention with all the problems and focus on the fun insidebthe training room..

i even have that one time, when we were smoking i introduced her to my partner and told my wife 'she' s my new baby' and we all laugh..

it was a fun time, i never knew thats the start of my problems...

everytime Jed has a time she would buy me food or anything l.. i didnt see it as something i should be worrying about.. rather i looked at it as a trainee that is concern...

as days go by i didnt notice that im finding myself having fondness with her.. i started appreciating everything she is doing.. i caught myself trying to stop the eagerness to smile while doing discussion because i can see her eyes looking through mine.. everything is normal for everyone.. but something in me is starting to boil...

one of my trainees Ai always tells me that we look good together, she even told us both to break up with our partners and be with each other, we just laughed and went with it as a joke..

then there came a day.. Ai was resigning.. I dont know whats happening in me so before she left, i told her that i think its not a joke for me anymore, im not sure. then she said the it 'its becoming real for you isnt it? " then i just smiled and said yes... when she said that i looked at my back i though i saw her pass by so i was nervous.. i told Ai not to tell anyone as i dont have any plans with the idea.. she said she will try..

that same day i was doing practice role play woth my trainees wheb Jed called her friend tine and they both went outside... i was nervous for no reason.. the thought that i think she heard me kills me cause it was never my intention..

when they went back, their both quiet and she just sat beside me while i do the roleplay.. i lean my head on her shoulder and then remove it again just to tease her and everyone.. for fun..

that same day is the first time i went lunch with them.. i was planning to buy myself a pack of cigarette so i hurried my lunch and went up.. she stopped and said she would come with me to buy hers to.. we both went to store, bought ourselves cigarettes and then proceeded to the smoking area.. it gelt like i really need to know if she does know or not and i cant help myself i dont know why.. so i just gave her a few hints like pieces of examples to express what i felt.. before we finished i asked her one last question 'do you realize what i want to tell you or what i' m really meant to say? ' and she just answered 'yes' with a smile..

all throughout that day i am confused cause i really dont know what to feel.. i think i like her but i love my wife.. i wanna be with her always but i miss my wife... btw at the time it happened, my wife was switched to dayshift when i was in nightshift..

normally at the end of the day, i would stay in the training room for a couple of minutes or an hour to finish my reports.. and Jed would leave because her gf is waiting for her at the smoking area.. we never smoked together after shift..

on that same day i gave her hints about how i feel, she stayed and i asked her to go smoke with me.. she told her gf i was giving her a few reports to do so she wont get mad.. then we smoke..

i'm still pretty sure she does know what i meant earlier that day but i just cant help but ask.. so i let it out.. i was surprised that she was a bit confused too.. so we let it out there..

"is it a yes or a no?" i asked

then, we both said "yes"

when we are smoking we talked about our partners.. like how much i love mine and we've been together for so long and with hers too that has been on going for a year and almost a half..

we both have the predicament that since we have mutual understanding this kight be a problem with our partners.. i even told her my problem with at home, that my partner cant leave the house and live on our own because of tons of reasons.. i even told that how Jec (my partner) and I met, it was the same as what is happening with me and Jed right now... that we are both on a relationship...

she also rant that maybe the reason were like that is because she too is going through rough time on their relationship because her gf parents doesnt know their dating..

yet, we both had an understanding that it is what it is.. we dont want to ruin our relationship with our gf and wife so we'll jist go qith the flow.. and we did..

when i got home, i really dont know what i should feel.. i am happy with Jecbi love her so much and i dont want to leave her.. but their home is not my home, our home.. its not where i can be to help me grow with Jec in our relationship.. and Jed on the other hand, i like her so much that im excited to go to work to see her again.. i always look forward to seeing her early at work just so we can smoke and chat for long before the class starts..my thoughts were interrupted when i receive a message from Jed through my messenger.. she just said she is not feeling well and that she wont be able to go to work.. i just replied okay and take care cause i know she is with her gf that time and i dont wanna be someone she should worry about.. i feel guilty enough that i am already starting to like Jed and i dont need a person to faceslap me with the truth that we cant be together you know..

so when i answered the conversation started.. we talked about our relationships with our partners, how we met them, how long are we both wiyh them.. struggles, their good traits..

normally Jec would call to check up on me before i go to sleep so thats where all the hidden conversation started.. i told her i'd be sleeping but the truth is i have been talking to Jed the whole time.. we didnt even sleep.. Jec didnt know that.. i felt horrible but i ignored it cause im happy talking to Jed..

that shift was the day that it became official i am cheating..

we walked for an hour during lunch in a place where there were no people around.. i even dared her that she can kiss me in public.. and so we did..

on that same shift, before we get home, it was a saturday.. my trainees and i went to drink.. Jec allowed me too and all my trainees were very supportive with my relationship with Jed..

I got soo drunk that I asked Jed to take me out for fresh air.. that is when i brought her to the seaside bay near where we are drinking.. i told her that i might give up Jec.. that i think i can let her go that time.. so i dared her..

Jed and I ended up together same day and i didnt check my notification or phone for hours..

when i checked after 3-4 hours i had 70 missed calls and tons of messages from Jec.. one of her messages says "gnawa mo na to sakin dati sarah tangina naman.." then i realized Jec already know.. she finally knew what was happening.. and i felt numb.. i dont know how to react, what to feel.. all i know is.. im along now and that i needed to find a place to stay..

i answered the call finally and i just let Kec spoke.. she is giving up on me, she told me she will be gone at the house for me to take my things and our ebike.. i dont have money and i have jowhere to stay but i said sorry and okay.. i really dont know what to do..

when i came back to Jed she focused on the fact of where i would go and where would i get money to start.. i only have ₱20 in my pocket.. i dont even know how to go Jec's home to grab my stuff..

i asked Jed if i can stay with her but since she too is having a problem and quarell with her gf at the moment, and her gf is waiting for her at her house she yold me she cant and maybe i could stay with one of my trainees home.. i said no.. my career is all i have left at the moment and it will be ruined after all of this then if i choose to stay at my trainees house.. so i said ill come up with something..

we rode a bus going to nacoor cause i decided ill just try to loan cash from one of the oldest loaning company i know which fortunately has a branch in bacoor.. Jed went with me..

then, Gi called.. my friend and Jec too.. she called me asking questions like where are you? are you with her? dont you wanna fix this? dont you wanna talk?

my answers are all just,

"i dont know"

"even I, myself cant forgive myself forball of this"

"i dont know how to face Jec anymore"

"i love Jec but i dont know how to fix this"

after the call, one of our friends which we called nanay and tatay called, asking where am i and would like to pick me up... they knrw i dont have anyone to go to so kaybe they figured to take me in.. i said okay and we set up a place and time to meet..

after a while, i spoke to Jed, i told her that if there will be an us, i dont want it to start like this because that is how Jec and i started.. we may or may not be able to fix this - jec and i - but it doesnt mean we will continue..

after that we dropped by at imus near Jed home, thats when i realized how desperate i am and how lonely i was.. i cant call mu friends because their Jec's friend.. i cant go anhwhere because i dont have money.. Jed by thw wat lend me a few hundred just so i can get through the day and asked me to call her once i decided what to do..

Gi called me again asking if i can talm to Jec at the seaside.. she said i have to face her.. so i did say yes..

while on the van, i was trying to think of what am i doing with my life.. trying to figure out what im going to do with it now that almost all of my friends, all ky colleagues, all my life have been circling around Jec and i dont know what to do, this situation i place myself on and where would i go.. i cant feel anything.. i cant feel a damn thing.. i dont feel angry nor happy nor sad nor depressed.. all i know is im disapointed with myself.. witb all of this that i did.. i dont evven know who i reallh love or like. i really dont know.. all i know is, i wanna go back to baguio starg a new life there and be on my own where no one knows me.. but i cant..

so when i arrived at seaside, i saw a couple of friends who i think alreadg knew whats happening..

i met Jec in the ebike and she was already in tears, i felt pity and sorry for her for everything.. she does not deserve this pain.. she does not deserve this but i did wrong.. i can still hear whag she said before that if i will have a 3rd party better do it with a man than a lesbian.. or else she wont accept me.. that keeps on ringing in my ear while i was there..

Jec has been begging me to go home with her and everything will be fixed but i just said hurtful words to her..

like " panu kung ulitin ko?"

"tatanggapin moko tapos gagawin ko ulit, kaya mo ko tanggapin ulit?" but everytime she keeps asking me if i still love her, i know i do and said yes i do.. that is enough for her and then she strated vomiting.. she has terrible acid reflux and crying is bad for her.. so i said we'll go home.. on the way she yold me no one else knew at home what was happening only Jem.. and i knew she was in rage because of what i did.. i cant imagine how awful a person i am for everything i did to Jec..

so when we went home, in the room.. Jec and i talked.. i told her everything.. i told her that i think i love Jed.. i told her that i was happy with her but i dont wanna let Jec go.. i dont know which one to choose but i wanna choose Jec.. so she gave me a week just like what i did when she was the one who cheated on me.. i said okay..

later that night nanay and tatay arrived.. thats when my tears fell.. thats when i started to feel. i started feeling disapointment, regret pain and everything.. like killing myself..

i wanna leave and run away from all of it.. but i cant..

the day after that night i called Jed, told her that ive finally decided andbthat im letting her go, she was so angry at me.. she evem said i was a talk shit.. she was so mad but she asked menif i can just choose her.. and i said no.. i told her that if she come near me again ill hurt her..

after that i ended the call and go through the day as usual.. there is awkwardness between me and Jec but i keep on ignoring it because ive finally decided that ill choose Jec.. i choose her because i thought back then that weve been together for 7 years.. this isnt the first time i foind incatuation with another person yet i still stayed.. after all weve been through i still stayed because i really cant live without her, i cant even sleep without her beside me.. and also, i cant imagine seeing her moving on and loving another because i left.. and most of all, i still love her, that even if i found happiness with a different person i still find myself loving her, hugging her and never wanting to let her go.. i love her.. that i know..

later that day Gi and Jec got drunk and me too.. i wasbso sober that i didnt know whats happening around me and that Jec unfortunately called Jed and hearing Jed gf instead.. i dont know what theyve talked about but all i know is Jecs wants to hear Jeds side of the story..

next day i received a text from Jeds gf asking if we can all sit down and talked about what had happened.. Jec and I agreed but i was so nervous.. i dont know what to say or do because i know this is my fault.. Jec knows that im a scaredy cat qhen it comes to confrontation so she supported me all the way..

we all 4 met at a coffe bar and talked.. most of the talking was Jec and Jeds gf.. all throughout the conversation, Jec is trying to have Jed speak but all the talking was her gf.. and everything didnt go well.. all the fault and fingers were pointed at me.. that i started it that i provoked it and that Jed has nothing to do with it.. i felt terrible because it was all our fault.. but why is it only me?

before the conversation end, Jed asked if we can talk. Jec said yes and so is Jed gf. they left and that when i burst.. she told me that her gf is only trying to protect her.. and i told her that she and her gf made me look like i alone did the deed and she doesnt have to do anything to it.. i told her that i almost pick her over Jec but good thing i didnt because she is not worth it.. i was so mad at her for what happen that day but we all 4 had a deal.. that no one will bully Jed and that everything will go back to the way it was..

after that day Jed and I never got to talk again, i ignored her and she did the same.. i never showed her a hint of what i was going through like how hard it js for me to accept everything, make me look like i did everything on purpose.. i hurt all of them without remorse and that i use people for my own happines..

nobody knows how i felt that time because i do t wanna open up, i dont deserve synpathy nor empathy because i did this to myself.. i did all of this.. yet im so angry because evryone is pointing their fingers at me as if they knew me because of what had happened..

after a few days all was good. everything was almost back to normal. i always tell Jec what is happening in the training room, who im with.. everything.. but she cant really moved on with just that, Jec ia the type of person that would want to knwo both side of the story and on herbperspective, Jed never loved me while i loved her and almost picked her over Jec.. this pissed her off so she tried many times talking to Jed getting her side of the story but Jed keeps on messing around and not saying the truth..

this made Jec more angrier to the point that Jed even said i started all of it and that im not stopping trying to show her i still want us together.. so i told all of ohr friends that the deal is off and anyone can bully Jed.. i was so mad..

there tines before that she was the one who teases me.. like hello? youll put clover in your kouth and ask me to get it uaing my mouth? when i declined you used polo candy?? she even gave me a gift which has nothing to me but big deal to Jec so i returned it and she got angry..

like what did i do? i know i did something a while back like tease her but for me that was to show everyone that were the same people nothing happened no issues..

so after few days of argument and quarell.. Jec finally found a way to get her peace of mind.. Jed told me before that she normally express her true feelings through twitter.. so i followed her using my dummy quote section account and started tweeting.. at firat it was all me but the next tweets are all posted by Jec.. so that is when Jec find her peace of mind.. she found out that Jed really loves me.. but not brave enough to fight for me because i chose Jec..

eventually Jed and i have to have closure.. and because of that tweeter acvpunt we were able to do it.. i told her the truth that i thought that time i was just using her because me and Jec is on a rough situation in our relationship.. i hurt her i know but that is the truth.. i realized that i liked Jed but i dont really love her.. i just love the experience i had with her because Jec and I are not that way anymore.. we hoth grow and treated each other as best friends the intimacy and romance was gone.. thats why i felt that way with Jed..

i know im such a bad person but i know everyone deserves the truth.. i finally realize how awful of a person i am..

after few days Jec is somehow doing okay though she still has hard feelings towards Jed but its not that big of a deal anymore.. when everything was gojng back to normal.. i felt like i needed to say sorry to Jed so i asked Jec if i can and she did allow me..

Jed and i talked.. i thanked her for everything and felt sorry that we have to go through all of that.. i evem told her how sorry i am for everuthing she has to go through because of me that Jec deserves the truth but were all past that now.. she was also thankful because that time Jed and her gf finally told her gf parents about their relationship..

all is well and everything was back to normal.. there were awkwardness but i think that is part of it..

the only problem i have left was to forgive myself..

after ll of this i realized how i pirtant Jec is in my life that i almost gave up on her, when i cant even live by myself without her in my life..

all the problems were going through has an answer and all the things we lack to make the relationship work has to be worked on by us not by other people.. i realized that it was infatuation and attention i seek why i did those crimes.. i hurt people and i am sorry.. i never should have let that happen but it happened anyways so i choose to move on instead..

as of now im still with Jec we celebrated our 8th year anniversary, i gave her all the gifts she wanted on her bday.. i know it is not enough but im really trying..

from now on, even if i am still trying to forgive myself i will try mg best to make Jec feel loved that i deserve her.. that she deserves me.. we might have problems but we will always always work things out..

i may have hurt her but ill make an everyday ritual to make her happy..

thank you for reading my story.. hope we all learn from it.

regards,

Sarah G.

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